Living in the big city has its many visible rewards as well as it many hidden perils.Too often we seek the former at the expense of overlooking the latter. Life, as a grand scale morality play, expects us to pay attention to both the joys and dangers if we are to continue living balanced lives. A case in point was what recently happened to our dear friend, Berta. In her eighties, she likes to get out for daily walks that often involve stopping in at her daughter’s place nearby. As a widow of some years, she both likes her independence as well as a chance to socialize with friends in the local community. On this occasion, she was knocked down by a passing car, attempting to cross a busy street where there was no crossing. Today, she is hospitalized in critical condition, in a medically induced coma to reduce any complications from surgery to stop internal bleeding. As we pray for her recovery, I am reminded of a momentary lapse just the other day when I could have caused some serious danger while driving the backstreets of Victoria. I was on my way home, a block from the condo, travelling down a street that had cars lined up on both sides with barely enough space to maneuver the car. As I reached for the garage remote in the storage, between the driver and passenger seats, I couldn’t seem to find it by groping around with my right hand while keeping the other one on the steering-wheel and my eye on the road. Foolishly, for one brief second, I decided to look down to locate the remote. It was a that moment of sudden distraction that I lost control of the car as it started to swerve towards one of the parked cars on my right: a late model Honda SUV. I don’t know what possessed me, other than a great sense of imminent danger, but I quickly cranked the wheel to the left just missing scraping the parked vehicle there. When I got in and shared my misadventure with Belle, I immediately informed her that I had taken steps to prevent that situation from ever recurring. Interestingly enough, we had decided this past year to take the back route – the same one Berta took as a relatively safe one – to make it easier to turn on to Gorge without crossing against the traffic, and earlier had congratulated ourselves about how much easier and safer it was. Like Berta, however, our plan did not take into consideration the distraction factor. A lot can happen in the twinkling of an eye such as a misstep or sudden distraction, leaving one to suffer the arrows of outrageous misfortune for the rest of one’s mortal existence.