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Divine Intervention (Almost!)

We’ve always been taught never to jump into a stranger’s car from an early age. So why do we choose to bend the rules when we hit adulthood? Sometimes we feel we know alot more than we did in our younger years. Sometimes we take risks and blindly hope for the best. Sometimes instinct kicks in and tells you you’re going to be fine and you have to trust people.

I’m a traveller at heart and I must admit that sometimes my naivety has lead me to some brilliant adventures that I would never have embarked on if I had the sensible cautious gene present itself more often. I’m sure my mother would shudder at my stupidity at times.

A few weeks ago I was running for a tram as I was running abit late for an appointment. I got to the tram, and the doors were closed. It waited there for a few seconds the driver just looked at me and took off. That’s never happened before. Clearly peeved at the driver, I dramatically park myself on the tram stop bench to wait for the next tram. It was then when a woman in her late 50s swerves into the lane closest to me and yells “Jump in!” Still feeling abit highly strung from the earlier situation I politely decline. Then she swung open the passenger door and yelled “Jump in, we’ll catch the tram!”. Throwing caution to the wind I thought what the hell and my whole being bounced with excitement as I ran and threw myself into the passenger seat as the traffic lights turned green.

I checked the backseat (I didnt want any nasty surprises once the doors were closed) and sat there like a stunned mullet unable to articulate my surprise.  The lady in the car tore down Clarendon Street in South Melbourne like a bat out of hell and as promised stopped at the next tram stop adjacent to the waiting tram. Whether I made it onto the tram at that point was touch and go. She told me not to bother closing the car door – just to run. So I did just that. After a much too brief “Thank you”, I jumped on the tram just before the doors closed behind me and I collasped in a heap onto a seat donning a cheshire cat grin. I made my appointment with 5 minutes to spare. Gold.

They say youth is wasted on the young. Sometimes behaviour characterised by reckless abandon present in youths comes out in the old but with beautiful speckles of confidence and grace. It’s something that’s mastered after years of making those life mistakes when you take those uncalculated risks. I guess when you’re older the risk taking doesn’t stop – just your “risk calculator” takes a higher threshold and evolves along with your perception governed by years and years of mistakes.  I like to call them lessons.

If by any chance the lady in the red car who drives through South Melbourne reads this, I’d like to say a big Thank You for going above and beyond in taking me to my tram. It’s special people like you who make humanity beautiful. It’s the small things that make a big difference.


1 Steve { 04.17.10 at 5:03 am }

I can imagine the scrunched up baby face, the furrowed brow and crossed arms. If you’re ever going to be an adventurer then mini-adventures are best. They’re more frequent, braver and will impact your wider life more profoundly if you have perseverance to seek them on a daily basis! Funtime Steve xxxx

2 Reema { 04.06.15 at 4:04 am }

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