Where we park

I was about to pull into a wonderfully convenient parking space when I noticed something shiny near the curb. Was it clear plastic? A discarded wrapper?

Out of an abundance of caution, I put the car in park and got out to investigate.

It was glass — a broken bottle.

The lesson is one we likely know: look before you park. But it’s a metaphor, too. Where are you stopping? Where have you decided to camp for awhile? Are there some obvious (or not-so-obvious) risks involved?

Coda: if you’re curious, no, I did not park there. I parked down the street and went back to clear away the debris. It was an inconvenience, but doing the right thing isn’t always the same as doing the convenient thing.