Traffic Dangers: My Story of Quick Decisions
Someone had to save the poor little dog
My only task the other day was dropping my grandson off at Taco Bell for his afternoon work shift.
Little did I know, a completely unexpected turn of events was about to unfold on a short stretch of road on my way home. A small and helpless animal was about to change the course of my day in a way I could never have anticipated.
I was driving home from Taco Bell and had a choice of two routes. I usually take the other route, but school was letting out, and the traffic was backed up, so I took my second-choice route. The speed limit is 35 mph, but most folks go 40–45 mph because we are all criminals where I live and frequently break the law. Everyone is in a hurry.
I drive past the tennis courts, playground, and dog park with several cars on the road because when school lets out where I live, it is every man for himself. Six schools are in the immediate area, and everyone fights to get their children before midnight.
Suddenly, a little white dog started crossing the road before me, and I slammed on my brakes. Fortunately, everyone behind me managed to control their vehicles as well. Then, I did not see the little dog, and there was nowhere to pull over, so I put on my flashers and got out of my car to…
