Road inseparable bonding

Driving an automobile is a single routine, which requires massive, profound trust in other fellow drivers. As drivers, we are all bonded with an immense pool of fragile interconnectivities, which affect our very destiny. Race, religion, social background, political affiliation does not break this bond based on self preservation- the master attribute of human beings. Let me illustrate. Driving at 60 MPH on the winding Laguna Beach freeway where the oncoming traffic flies by 3 feet from your car is an act of faith. We blindly trust that the oncoming drivers will keep their directional control in check. Any quarter of an inch steering misjudgment at this speed could result in a fatal head on collision.
What exactly constitute the fabric of this bond? I suggest that it is our humanity…
Let’s contemplate the following fictitious tales.
Elizabeth, a brilliant but novice real estate agent is getting dressed with her finest custom tailored ensemble. The 1.2 million dollars offer by her client has just been accepted. She is finally convinced that her career decision to move away from the law firm was the right one. Her 3 kids will soon be better taking care of because of her flexible schedule. Her pursuit of happiness is starting to feel real as she mentally calculates her commission. She smiles as slips a Hermes Foulard over the delicately brushed hair. It is going to be a wonderful day.
Or would it?
At this very moment, Joey received a call from his pa. “Hey Joey, I need you to come back to the shop. The machinist called in sick again and I need you to finish a piece today. If I loose this account I am finished. I know you worked the graveyard shift but I need you at the shop in 1 hr.”
“Ok Boss. I am extremely exhausted but I’ll do it for you Pa. Ciao.”
Elizabeth and Joey life journeys will cross on the 405 freeway when Joey started to dose off on the way to work.
Elizabeth was driving at 70 mph as she was returning her messages. The blue tooth earpiece was nowhere to be found that morning. From her peripheral vision, she noticed a yellow Nissan Pathfinder crossing the line into her lane and saw a fatigued driver dosing off behind the wheel. Elizabeth blasted her horn. Joey woke up, quickly corrected his steering and returned to his lane properly. He wave thanks as he sigh. She inhales deeply and found the strength to wave back holding her blackberry.
What if a fatality occured?
Our lives are more connected than we admit when we share the road. The decisions we make while we drive affect a pool of lives. Let decide wisely and not fill that pool of the blood of Dads, Moms, Sons, Daughters, Grand sons, Grand daughters whose love ones will despair in mourning for the rest of their lives.