Some lessons in life contain pain, quite a bit. Today I escaped the pain. Learned a valuable lesson this time for keeps. When You Know You Know, an earlier essay I posted was written about certainty, personal certainty and the importance of knowing when one is certain or not.
The 157 dollars and seventy eight cents paid for the release of my car that was towed. Why towed? Simple, I disregarded a signal, a knowing, and the result was a non-optimum solution.
Here’s the picture: it’s late in the evening, It is hot and muggy, I’m in traffic, after a rain storm during rush hours.
I’m almost home after using alternate routes to avoid long lines of cars one behind the other waiting and waiting. I am within three blocks sitting at a red light for three, no, four turns since the lights ahead two blocks are out, due to the storm. Didn’t notice that however until the fourth turn of red as I was sitting in 1st position to go when green. I got so fed up with inching the rest of the way home I took a right through an industrial park whose businesses were closed and parked one block away, but next to one of the buildings. Shouldn’t have done that.
Now, the real goof, with the lesson learned is this: at the red light or just prior, I could have turned right on a street I knew well—had walked several times—then parked on the vacant street and walked three blocks home. Would not have been towed. That’s the lesson. As I recall it now I distinctly rejected doing that because it would have required that half way home, the 3 block solution way, were the train tracks, but two sets only. No trains were traveling nearby and I had crossed those tracks safely many times.
Lesson learned. A valuable lesson learned.