Driving home from my late day at work last week, St. Aloysius church on my right was lit up and the parking lot was full. I slowed down a little thinking a kid could dart out in front of me. What if that happened and I hit and injured or killed a child? I imagined it happening. The rest of my life lived out in alcohol soaked guilt. You see in the paper or TV about some poor person hitting a child. What makes me think about that sort of stuff?
I drive on and cut through the business park to Old Henry and catch a shadowy figure out of the corner of my eye, running towards my truck from my right. It's a deer and it runs in front of me. I slam on my brakes, narrowly missing it. The damned animal could've ruined my front end.