Blind Spot Detector
Growing up the sixth of 7 children, there was not a lot of alone time with Mom or Dad. Dental visits and afterschool activities all used the same Uberpool of chauffeur parents.
But the day I passed my driver's exam, it was Dad and me alone celebrating with lunch at Wendy's. He was proud of me and probably relieved and nervous as well- relieved because there was now only one more child that would need his patience for parallel parking; nervous, because now one more child would require prayers and summon fears when asked to "borrow the keys."
Years before getting behind the wheel of the car, one of the lessons I learned by watching and listening to my father was not to remain in a car's "blind spot."
In the 90s, when I lived in NYC I would often see the carriage tours in Central Park. That was the first time I noticed the blinders that horses wear to prevent them from getting "spooked" by visual distractions from the peripheries.
In this time in our country, perhaps we need to take off our myopic blinders to see wider and have a broader perspective. Notice: I say "see" and not "agree" or "accept." That might not happen for a while--if ever--for some. But the "United" in these "States" depends on the majority of us seeing the best in us and not being spooked by differences. If you haven't already, you might draw inspiration and peace from the video that Alice and I created- you can view it here: Our Country 'Tis of Us.
Thankfully, many of us today drive cars that have "blind spot detectors"; when we pay attention, this technology can help us avoid a collision or worse.
Is there someone in your life that helps you with your blind spots? Do you ever read or listen outside of your bias? Are you able to just "see" another opinion without judgment, derision or outright rejection? If yes, treat yourself to a meal at Wendy's once COVID is over. 🍔