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S. A. J. Lyttek, a multiple award-winning writer, always loved writing, but didn’t arrive at the profession in the typical manner. After college and graduate school, she plunged into government consulting. In this environment, she discovered a knack for writing tests, interviews and other measurements. That soon became the focus of her career—reigniting her love for the written word. Thus captivated, she spent evenings freelancing “fun” writing including short stories, poems, articles and cards. When her eldest was a toddler, she quit full-time work to stay home and write. Eager to spend more time with her children, homeschooling intrigued her. From preschool through high school, she homeschooled both sons while continuing to freelance. An integral part of the homeschooling community, she has developed and taught writing classes to a generation of homeschoolers. Married to her childhood sweetheart, Gary, Mrs. Lyttek loves to share her commitment to homeschoolers and her fascination with the written word.

Forgiveness for "That" Guy

8/14/2019 8:27:00 PM BY Susan Lyttek

I am known to carry on full-blown conversations, okay, lectures really, with “that” guy. You know the one who cuts across three lanes of traffic to make a last-minute exit? Or zooms ahead only to get stuck just in front of you at the light? The one who ignores common rules of politeness just because?

I say things like, “Really? You needed to do that? Am I invisible or something?” Or, “Excuse me for forgetting that you owned this particular stretch of road. We peons will get out of your way and allow you to do whatever it is you need to do and go wherever it is you need to go.”

Not that “that” guy can hear me. I keep my windows rolled up so I don’t disturb anyone when I blast my tunes. I don’t even honk. (I think I’ve honked all of three times in my life.) But clarifying my position makes me feel better.

On the occasion where Karl is in the car with me, he’ll argue on behalf of “that” guy. “Maybe,” he says, “their child is in critical condition and they have to get to the hospital in a hurry.” Or, “Perhaps he really does own the road and is giving it a high-speed test drive to keep the rest of us safe.” Or, even worse, “Why are you reacting to him? Do you think you own the road?”

Well, it is time to confess. This morning, I was “that” guy. Thinking I could get around some slow cars, I stayed in the left lane when I needed to exit in less than a mile. So, yes, I did a triple lane change at the last minute, cutting off at least one other car that was kind enough not to honk.

If that was the end of it, I would have written it off mentally. (Meaning I would have forgotten and not felt I had anything to confess or feel sorry for.) But on the next stretch of road, I sped ahead to get into the lane I wanted. Now, I don’t generally exceed the speed limit. And if I do, it’s five miles over or less. But I got up to ten miles over, then noticed and proceeded to slow down to where I was comfortable. I was, however, in the left lane at that point. (My left turn was in less than a mile in my defense.) But it made other drivers without my qualms pass me on the right to zoom ahead again.

I felt entirely less than polite. I also felt like extending forgiveness to the unknown drivers that I have belittled in the past. Maybe they just overestimated their ability or didn’t feel like themselves that morning. And maybe, they need a bit of prayer rather than a lecture.

So the next time “that” guy does something crazy on the road in front of me, God help me remember to pray for him instead of lecture him.