I was driving in the countryside. My husband was sitting in the co-driver’s seat. Suddenly out of the blue I saw a human being trying to cross the road. I panicked, stepped off the gas and started to pull the brakes.
My husband exclaimed: ‘Why on earth are you trying to stop the car in the middle of nowhere?’
I resumed driving and said: ‘Was there not a human being trying to cross the road?’
My dear husband kindly assured me that there was no human being trying to cross the road.
I remember the hallucination clearly. It was a sign to give up trying to be perfect. Thus I do not drive anymore. See also one of my previous blogs: The Blind Car Driver in Me.
There are other reasons why I do not own my own car though. Read more in my next blog.
Take care,
Helena Smole