You know, I really appreciate the wave.
No, not that thing people do in stadiums, but the car wave.
I don’t know… maybe it’s just the Nebraskan in me.
I recall driving with my dad on backcountry roads when I was younger. Each time a car would pass us going the other way, the driver would lift his forefinger from the steering wheel to acknowledge us. That’s it. Just a forefinger. It was the equivalent of a hat tip, or a “Hey there, buddy.”
To me, though, it felt like, Hey! He SAW us!!! and it always left me feeling warmer inside. Just that tiny gesture of a lifted finger from a steering wheel made the world seem like it was a pretty darn good place to be.
And so it is with the car wave now.
Here in Los Angles – home of traffic and commuters at their finest – any act of kindness on the road is appreciated.
So when I let someone in ahead of me on the road, I still always look for that acknowledgement, the wave. You know the one I’m talking about: the hand of the driver in front of you that pops up and gives a little “Hey, thanks!” for letting them in.
While I don’t always get it, when I do, I SO appreciate it. It makes me feel like the world is still a pretty darn good place to be.
And with that, dear reader, I bid you adieu (with a little wave, of course). I’ll be stepping away from blogging for a few days, as I’m off to wilds of California and Utah to go backpacking.
May you find your own little waves every where you look.