This story starts on Five Mile Road. I had just turned left out of the subdivision I live in and was thinking about a family member who was struggling with a difficult challenge. Suddenly, a siren pierced my thoughts, and I instantly responded. After quickly looking in my rear-view mirror, I then turned my head, looked over my shoulder and moved my car next to the curb.
An ambulance was moving rapidly down the hill from the intersection of Victory and Five Mile. In response—the traffic parted, wave-like, and pulled to the side. Interesting to me was the instinctive movement to clear a path and facilitate the rescue effort. No matter if, minutes before, someone was driving a bit aggressively because he or she was late; the siren was a signal that someone needed help. So the vehicles moved.
