The Duck Crossing

Traveling on a small country road with duck ponds on each side.
Interesting creatures with their fabulous colors. The soothing sounds of their tranquil communication.
I see it. The first duck crossing the road. You can just see the attention of the other ducks. The second, third and then forth, one with a limp, one that has an increased hesitation. I slow... and come to a stop as I am watching the duck crossing.... Then my attention swings to a service truck coming from the other direction.... it is not slowing... I am watching this in what seems to be slow motion as I see the truck heading toward "the Duck Crossing" My heart stops. my breathing stops, and I sit in silence as I cover my eyes with total fear and extreme anguish..
thinking about the limping duck. I watch the truck moving at full speed pass on the street missing every duck on "the duck crossing"
with total relief I take a sigh of new air. and I see the continuance of the crossing and I feel the blessings of watching this miracle and what I want to believe is gods protection.
How many times have we been in "the Duck Crossing"?
There are people who care and those who don't. Who do we trust and put our faith in?
How many touch our lives who are willing to take those last seconds? and How many just rush by? ..... Are we the ones who take the time for " The duck Crossing"?