On the way to work

One of my lasting memories from a recent trip was a dead body lying between the lanes of traffic. “Isn’t that a dead body?” I asked. The driver just shrugged. The next thing I saw was a minivan full of commuters singing and clapping. I asked myself, ‘Didn’t they see the dead man?’ Funny how one’s eye can get used to things in one’s own country…

This makes me wonder, “What is there in the US that I am so accustomed to that it doesn’t even alarm me? What is there in my home space that is actually not right?” When traveling in developing nations things tend to be “in your face” but it is no less challenging dealing with the subtleties that erode life in the first world.

I suspect that we all have dead bodies in our commuter lanes, but we just don’t see them any more. We sing as we pass them in our happy buses.