I find I need grace very much when I'm in the car (and at 5pm, my witching hour). I need to take that breath before I call someone an doofus, or worse.
We were all traveling in the car the other day, and my son (5) saw a woman riding a scooter without a helmet. He asked why she wasn't wearing one. We've been talking a lot about free will and how God doesn't stop people from doing things that are bad or wrong, so this led into the familiar discussion. After, he said "Gosh, I hope she doesn't get hurt."
Two seconds later, I got cut off on the freeway and started to get upset, and my husband had to remind me of what my ds had just said - so I could take that breath and wish them the best.
Sigh.
Celia