During my bus journey, the bus driver beeped at another car. As I was sitting in front, I could see the car had pulled up at the last minute and the bus had narrowly missed it. The bus driver stopped to tell off the car driver, which annoyed him. They started verbally abusing each other over nothing. While they were arguing, I blessed both of them with peace.
Some months back, I had a similar experience when a car reversed and nearly ran me over. I banged on the driver's window and pointed out what he nearly hadn't done. Just as I was about to let rip, I thought to myself, "What are you doing? He didn't run you over. You are safe! Let it go!" As I was walking away, I blessed the driver with peace.
In Great Britain, 5 November is Guy Fawkes/Bonfire Night when people commemorate the night when Guy Fawkes and his colleagues almost blew up parliament. It's referred to as the "Gunpowder plot." In some areas, local councils organise large bonfires to burn effigies of Guy Fawkes followed by huge fireworks displays. Presumably, the firework displays represent the huge fireworks that would have occurred if the explosives had gone off on that fateful night.
Isn't it interesting how some people make a huge fuss over what never happened?
Here I am writing a piece about what never happened! I rest my case! Ha!
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