Perspective

A few years ago, I was driving down Hewitt Ave, and trying to make a left turn into one of the all-too-small parking lots on Hamline's campus. I waited patiently as a car came towards me in the opposite lane. The opposing car inched along, barely moving. With each nano second I became more and more frustrated with his pace.

I was running late, knew I would likely not find a parking spot even here, and just wanted to make my damn turn. As the car came nearer, the driver rolled down his window--I was nearly irrate now, ready for whatever he might say to me. He leaned through the open window and shouted, "You're beautiful!"

I've never felt my perspective on an incident change so quickly.

Contributed by Aryn.