My wife tells a story about herself and two cousins being allowed to go to Holly Hill with a neighborhood boy in his dad's new car. It was ten or so miles and it was quite a rare treat to go there for a coke. It was probably only allowed by her uncle because there were three girls. What a treat for the young man! The time limit was strict! As they crossed Dean's Swamp on the way back well within the time limits put on by the uncle they had a flat tire. As they stood there wondering what to do next a car came along. That was rare on highway 176 after dark in those days. They waved and yelled to stop someone to help. To their amazement the uncle, two of the girls father, and his brother drove on past without appearing to see them. The young man walked to Holly Hill to get help and the girls arrived home after the appointed curfew time. The uncle wanted to know why they were late! When he was told that they had tried to flag him down at the bridge he didn't have much to say. After all these years she still describes her uncle driving past with his eyes sternly fixed on the road ahead and his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. It is a really funny happening to her!
This story describes the lives of many people you and I know today. It probably describes most of the folks you know. It almost certainly describes the superintendent of schools in your district. This story describes the actions of almost all government officials from the lowest to the highest. They chug on down their own thirty foot wide highway without ever seeing the shoulders of the road.
Exercising your peripheral vision could be more than just a reading tool. It could be a different way of thinking that might change your life. You might see your daughter broke down on the side of the road. You might see a young mother walking to the grocery store with her two young children in tow as you drive by in your BMW. You might see what happens to children that graduate from high school and can't read. You might see the results of pretending to be educating children while really feathering your own nest. Probably not.
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