I tend to have a little problem with anger.

I suppose that I could blame it on the hair, but as I rule, I rarely take the easy road ANYWHERE, even when it would benefit me--thus the overachiever syndrome (well, as much as an overachiever as one can be as a SAHM!). Anger seems to be the exception. It's easy to give in.

I also tend to have really cruddy weeks when my hubby is away. Despite some lovely bright spots (like extra time to sew a new holiday table runner, a darling Easter wreath on sale at Target, flowers to brighten the table, getting to actually go and work out by myself today...)it's been quite a week here. Death in the family, car in the shop (did you know there are no small repair bills when one drives an aging SUV?), stomach viruses galore.

AND I got rear-ended today while driving home.

AND the lady actually accused me of backing up!! (Yes, I always put my car in reverse when I'm attempting to turn onto the freeway access road...sheesh.).

I checked on the kids (dd #1 and the baby were with me) and got out of the car, one finger on the speed dial to the highway patrol, as the woman behind me began her "backing up" queries, along with the "are you going to call and report this" comments.

I was tempted...and more than a bit angry.

However, the damage to our decade old Toyota was minimal...in fact it blended in with the existing scratches. My kids and I were unscathed (although I think I'll be needing a trip to the chiro and soon).

My mind flashed on today's date...Good Friday. The day Jesus chose the hard road, even though I deserved his wrath, not his mercy.

"We're okay, and my car's old," I told the woman. "If I call the police, you'll get the ticket for rear-ending me. I'm just going to go home now".

The stunned stranger reached out and hugged me, climbed into her now less than pristine aqua Jag, and drove away. (Fast, I may add--she may have been thinking I was going to change my mind!).

As I drove home, despite adrenaline clenched muscles, the hard road seemed just a little easier.