My older brother, Bill, is a very kindhearted, thoughtful man. I was riding in his car one day when someone pulled right in front of us and turned left. Instead of road rage, Bill said, "I wonder where he is going so fast? Maybe he has an emergency and we should pray for him."
He totally amazes me.
Another time, when I'd first moved away on my own to Chicago and had lots to learn, I was at a long stop light and when it turned green, I could hardly contain myself in this long line of traffic. "Why were the people just sitting here when the light had turned green for us and the cars on the road that crossed us just kept going and no one did anything. We just sat there. Well, I laid on my horn and wasn't going to take this lying down.
Well, we had to sit through the next light and pretty soon, at the end of the traffice crossing us, were two police motor cycles bringing up the rear. It had been a funeral! I just kinda slunk down in my seat and tried to be invisible while everyone was grinning around me. What a fool.