Real Life Sprint from Predators
Yesterday evening I had the opportunity to get a glimpse of what grok might have felt sprinting from dangerous predators. If you define a predator as something that can do you serious harm and you're having to use your wits and physical ability to get away from them, then that's pretty much what I experienced.
My car broke down on a narrow country road with only an occasional shoulder and it was dusk. Hubby and dog were with me and I'd forgotten to bring my cell phone. We were only about 1 mile from home but 1/4 of the mile was on this winding road with almost no shoulder with a speed limit of 45. We had to sprint through stretches where there was no option other than the road. When you're that close to cars and they're moving at that speed it's easy to see them as a threat, you're not going to be able to fight that kind of predator, you're only hope is to evade them.
I suppose we could have just sat in the car and waited for the Sheriff to drive by but that seemed silly given that we were only about 1 mile from home. Other possibility was to trespass and walk through the woods because as a crow flies our home is just over a hill or 2 but around here, especially this time of year it's not advisable to trespass.
Life is death. We all take turns. It's sacred to eat during our turn and be eaten when our turn is over. RichMahogany.