A drive along the outskirts
I was driving around my neighborhood late last evening. I saw a New York City Cab faltering its way through the suburban streets I have known since I was a kid. Gone was the flair and braggadocio of weaving through congested city traffic in a company car with company insurance. Now the yellow cab seems almost vulnerable, uncertain. A turn signal on, a turn signal off. The car went straight. It slowed down, it looked, it made a half right, then turned left.
Sensitivity training was a novel idea in the 90s. Men wore pregnancy counter-weight bags to empathize. Sometimes I wish each and everyone of us could take a metaphorical drive along the outskirts of our comfort zone.
I know I would falter too.
