At that moment, I realized I could grumble and complain, or I could try something different. Delays like this happened in Houston all the time, and if I was to experience more harmonious commutes, I needed to adjust my attitude.
The “different” involved three simple words. As we slowly made our way around the accident, it came to me to silently say, “I love you,” to everyone I saw. This was not going to be easy while driving the busy freeways and streets of Houston.
At first, I was just mouthing words each time I looked at another driver, a passenger in a vehicle, or someone walking out of a store. However, within a short period of time, the words began to mean something. I exchanged tossing out stale I love you’s for heartfelt statements.
Fifteen minutes after we’d maneuvered around the truck and dirt, the anger and frustration faded. I was conscious of a wonderful peace and joy as my attempts at loving others turned into meaningful moments.