The Windstorm

Last night, there was a ladder in the fast lane of the 134. Not a step ladder or one you have hidden behind your stove to reach the top shelves in your kitchen...a heavy duty, metal work ladder...tall enough to rescue a cat from a elm tree or retrieve a football from the gutter of your neighbor's two-story. I slowed down to avoid the collision and quickly swerved into the other lane as the wind storm gently lifted the ladder like a plastic bag only to forcefully drop it seconds later. And I wondered, is that what life does to us at times? Picks us up gently and carries us, only to drop us into a parade of oncoming traffic? If that is the case...I think I would prefer to just stay on the ground.