• My Fears of Braking Bad

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    It’s an odd anxiety.

    It was probably exacerbated by the story about that actor guy it happened to a few years back.

    For whatever reason, I often drive somewhere, park, and then get out of my truck and begin to walk away- and then I have to turn around and look and make sure the vehicle is not following me.

    I am not absolutely sure where the idea originally came from, or why, but it pops up fairly frequently.

    I walk away from my truck, and it tries to run me over.

    I suppose it is in part because I question my brain at times, and the reliability of my memory.

    The truck has a standard transmission, so whenever I quit driving it, I am responsible for setting its parking brake. And I do. I have followed the same unconscious routine thousands of times. I park the truck. I turn off the ignition. I set the parking brake.

    I have missed the routine a few times though- and maybe that’s the reason for my fear. I’ve come out to the truck after being in the office or in a store and climbed in and reached out to release the parking brake, only to discover I did not set it.

    Yes, we are on level ground most of the time.

    But I’ve done it.

    I have had one experience where my failure to brake did create a crazy moment.

    It happened one weekend evening back in the early 90’s. I was at seminary at the time, and adjacent to the two dorm buildings that sat end to end on one side of campus was a large open gravel parking lot. It’s where we dorm residents parked.

    I had run to the store to pick up a few items, and I returned back on campus near 6 PM. I pulled into a space and grabbed my bag of groceries and opened the door and climbed out of the vehicle and closed the door and began walking towards my dorm. And then I hear the quiet sound of grinding gravel behind me, as if a car was coasting into the lot behind me. I turned around to see what was up, and then I realized what was happening.

    The coasting car was my truck, rolling backwards out of its space.

    Picking up speed.

    And I was too far away from it to do anything quickly.

    I watched in terror.

    Fortunately, I had pulled into the parking space in a turn, and the truck’s front wheels were locked aiming to the right.

    And, fortunately, the lot was, at this time on a Sunday evening, empty.

    And, fortunately, the lot was pretty much a big empty field.

    I watched my truck pick up speed as it retreated backwards and veered into a wide arc to the right. The lot dipped into a slight decline behind it, which means it would also provide opposition when the vehicle completed half a circle.

    And after picking up sizable speed on the wide arc, I stood and watched as it then rolled backward into the incline, headed up the shallow rise, and was stopped by gravity, probably 100 feet from where I had parked it.

    My heart racing, I ran over and climbed into it and drove it back to the spot I had originally put it in.

    And made sure I set the emergency brake three times.

    In reality, for me, that is probably where the anxiety started. How I ended up in an empty lot where my vehicle could not strike another car, well- perhaps that is providence. If I had left my steering set straight, my creeping car could have rolled off the lot and down a steep hillside into a ravine and some trees.

    I was lucky.

    Anyways, that is my story about how I came to fear being ran over by my truck.

    And that’s why, whenever I park and get out of my truck, I often look back, just to make sure it’s not coming after me.

    I often look back to make sure I am not braking bad.

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    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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