I have quite a drive to work. Thirty-one miles to be exact. It’s not that far, but when you factor in the afternoon rush hour and construction projects, a thirty-five-minute drive can turn into an hour. I’m not looking for sympathy, I just want you to know I spend a lot of time on the freeway. While driving home from work one day, I saw a sign that said Port Huron 74. I was reminded of something that struck me during our recent Florida road trip.
I never really noticed before, but when you’re driving on vacation, your focus is primarily on reaching the next major city on the green highway signs. However, many people in the cars around you are just driving through life. They’re on their way home from work, going to the movies, meeting friends at a restaurant, picking up their kids from practice, etc . . .
Driving home from work today I wondered, how many of these people around me are traveling to Pure Michigan on vacation? How many of them are heading west to Chicago, or California? While you’re driving on vacation, you’re just passing through. However, you’re temporarily part of that town, city, or village. For a brief moment, we are all part of a mobile community. As we drive on, we leave our travel companions behind. Soon, we join a new community and the process repeats. I find that kind of comforting.
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