So Monday I posted that I could potentially be connected to anyone as family, if you take into account who created whom in past lives. This, supposedly, would help me get more in touch with my compassion for humankind. Two things yesterday challenged my thinking.
First, I read an article on SFGate, the SF Chronicle's on-line site, about a woman who was wanted for scalping a teenage girl at a hotspring over the weekend. Enough said about that.
Second, I got cut off in a merge lane by an SUV who then decided to slow down and not really merge. I tried to calm down and think, "This is my family." But then the thought popped into my head that, nope, if this were my family, I'd still be pissed.