Late night drive home from work tonight. Heart aching with the news that an inmate I'd met with ended up back in jail. He'd been so optimistic before he was released last month. Alcohol.
I drove on the overpass over I-15, recently widened as part of a huge interstate construction project. Flashed back a dozen or so years to another time I was driving home late, going over that overpass. It was slick with ice, and suddenly, before I knew it, I'd done a 180 in the Jeep. I ended up in the other lane, facing the opposite direction. Luckily I was the only one on the road.
I thought about the guy sitting in a cell in a place he hoped he'd never see again. I wished he could suddenly do a 180 and find himself headed in the opposite direction. Darn.