Tomorrow I’m going to do a good deed. It’s not important what it is. The person I’m doing it for is a total stranger and will never see me again.
On the way back I will drive over that bridge, the one I’ve driven over a hundred times. There’s a spot where the guard rail isn’t quite strong enough to stop a car that hits it the right way. The car would go right over the edge, about 200 ft down to the river, or to the rocks depending on whether the water level is low. I would prefer there to be water, but either way would work.
I’m not consciously planning to do it, but every time I drive over that bridge I feel like I’m just a twitch away from making it happen. Maybe tomorrow will be my lucky day.
Funny, there were so many things I wanted to do. So many unfinished projects I wanted to wrap up. They are all meaningless. In the end, my greatest contribution to the world will be forcing the highway engineers to fix that guard rail. Maybe it’ll save some family’s lives. Even that seems pretty meaningless at the moment.