Bobby George

Journal

Between the yellow lines

 

I was walking across the street, in the safety of a crosswalk downtown, trusting my welfare to the well-known, brightly colored yellow lines. The oncoming car, however, wasn't paying attention. They were distracted by their phone, completely unaware of the flashing warning signs.

When we locked eyes everything was just fine, she slammed on the breaks, but it took a while for us to notice each other. We had become distracted in our comfort. In that moment, something crystallized. I realized, perhaps for the first time, how trusted, established institutions and norms have come into question by an unrecognized lack of attention.

How we all have become distracted. 

 
Bobby George