When I was younger, I drove fast, perhaps even recklessly and never did I think that it might be the day my life could be taken. These days I drive the speed limit, I watch my mannerisms. I’m more afraid of police than I am road rage. When I travel for work, I try to get the most nondescript rental, I obey traffic laws. I don’t call attention to myself. So many of us do all that and still don’t make it home. Is anyone listening? How loudly do we have to cry to be heard? I’m so, so tired. ..3