TheBanyanTree: There is hope for the human race

[NancyIee at aol.com]

I was driving in a hurry across town. I had a limited time to run a  few 
necessary errands before going to a meeting. Traffic was horrendous, and I  missed 
EVERY red light. I, and a couple hundred other drivers were in a hurry. I  
checked the time, checked the traffic, swore at yet another red light.   Four 
lanes of traffic in both directions, and it was crawling.
I was nearing another jammed intersection, people running through the  
yellow, jamming up those edging out in anticipation of green.  On the  boulevard, I 
caught a glimpse of a trio of tall and stately Sandhill Cranes. Mom  and Pop 
and a fuzzy baby, not long out of the egg.
They were waiting to cross.
Waiting to cross?  Impatient drivers in all eight lanes . .what were  those 
birds thinking?
Pop stepped off the curb.
The world stood still.  
Mom crane followed Pop, and the baby hurried after.  No one honked, no  one 
edged forward, wishing to hurry, Looking neither to left nor right, Pop led  
his little family across eight lanes of frozen traffic.
Not until all wee safe on the opposite boulevard grass, did vehicles start  
moving.
In another few seconds, the mayhem continued.
The cranes paraded calmly toward the inviting expanse of the golf course  
there.
I was really late for my meeting.
I did not even care.
 
NancyLee



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