This post first appeared in 2007 on my original Steve’s Not Nice blog on Blogger as part of a series on character. Now that I have integrated my blogs into one site here at Blazing Core, I am posting the series here.

I’ve been teaching my older son to drive so I’m confronted by questions of patience and understanding and calmness a lot more these days. My patience and understanding and calmness with my son are pretty easy most of the time. He’s almost never done anything that could have turned dangerous! He’s pretty careful so we wait until the road is really clear before going, and he sees other drivers rushing up and pushing their way in so he slows down to avoid the commotion.

My patience and understanding and calmness are stressed much more by the other drivers. I learned defensive driving decades ago during my driving training and it’s all stored in the corners of my brain, but as I explain it to my son I recognize even more clearly just how wild a lot of drivers are.

Yesterday on the freeway during rush hour a driver came racing up a lane to the left that was going to end in less than 500 feet (the great big yellow sign tells us all that) and whipped in right behind me, immediately tailgating me, and he gave a “thank you” wave to the guy he almost hit when he forced his way between us. A few hundred feet later, he swerved into the right lane and then back into my lane, almost hitting my car as he forced his way into a very small space. He gave me the same “thank you” wave! My response was a hand gesture, too, but it wasn’t friendly and warm.

My son got upset with me. A couple of weeks back we studied the unit on hostility and aggression while driving. “That was a hostile act,” he reminded me. I told him, “The guy wasn’t even looking when he waved so he didn’t see it.” Then I started thinking about it. I wanted him to see it, but not just to get back at him. He seemed totally oblivious to how dangerous his driving was, how anxiety provoking and shocking and offensive. I didn’t want to anger him – I wanted to startle him back to reality. I’m pretty sure he’s still oblivious, even as you read this.

Later on, same trip across Dallas to Plano for soccer practice, I was entering another highway with an entrance ramp that becomes an exit only ramp pretty quickly. I got up to highway speed and signaled, ready to move over before being forced to exit, but a woman driving a mid-size SUV talking on her cell phone was coming up just barely faster than the speed limit. Not fast enough for me to slow down and let her rush past in the short space I had to enter the road. She was alongside me, talking and barely moving ahead, and my lane was ending. I gave about three quick honks on the horn – the “friendly” kind you’re supposed to give before passing a freight truck on a two-lane highway as a signal — and she slowed down just enough for me to move on the highway as the lane started to exit.

I’m warning my son about other drivers as much as possible, with specific examples whenever I see them. It’s not helpful to say, “There are just a bunch of nuts and idiots running around out there.” I say things like, “See that guy who switched lanes quickly and rushed up to tailgate that slow car? He didn’t even notice he was moving into a lane with a slow car just a few yards ahead. He’s going to whip in front of you without paying attention so let off the accelerator a little.” I try to describe as many specific examples of the “agents of chaos” and how to predict which ones are likely to do abrupt and dangerous things.

I want to be specific because otherwise I sound like my grandmother, who used to say, “People are just no d*mn good.” She did attend a Presbyterian church in her younger days, so maybe she was just espousing the doctrine of the total depravity of man due to original sin. But I don’t think so! She tended to expect the worst in people – and she was rarely surprised. She was looking for selfish, rude, mindless, inconsiderate behavior. Jackpot! When I tune my mind that way, I find a bonanza. I think the status quo for most people is running on autopilot and being pretty oblivious to how they affect other people.

Because my grandmother was essentially right that “people are just no d*mn good,” since we are all flawed and make mistakes that are offensive and annoying without even realizing it, we all need an abundance of undeserved favor from each other. We need to give and receive forgiveness easily. We need to see the needs in other people, especially the unspoken ones, and give what we have. We need to listen for the ways we can make an important difference in another person’s life, realizing most of them are pretty easy for us and don’t demand much from us.

We need to carry around buckets of grace to pour out on other people – even, maybe especially, crazy drivers on the highway who cut us off and won’t let us get out of lanes that are about to end. And the women who dial their cell phones and start talking before they put their Suburbans in reverse so they’re trying to back up from a parking space driving with one hand and most of their mind occupied with something else. And the people at check-out counters who ask lots of questions about the items they have, ask employees to bring them more items while we all wait, and make their decisions about buying at the counter instead of before getting in line. And soccer referees – man! That’s a lot of grace.

I’m gonna’ need a bigger bucket. But I realize I know I should give at least as much grace as I need to receive, so I probably ought to carry around plenty to spare.

Grace has its roots in theology, where it means the unmerited kindness and sustenance provided by God to mankind, His forgiveness that we have not earned, and His special intervention to provide help and to bless people. As a human quality, it means I strive to give to others what they truly need because I am able to give. It means, out of deep thankfulness to God for His sustenance, for His blessings, and for His forgiveness, I offer sustenance, blessings, and forgiveness to others who need them. In this way I can become a vessel of God’s daily grace to other people.