“Do you know what I do? When someone wants to get ahead of me in traffic—when I used to be able to drive—I would raise my hand…” He tried to do this now, but the hand lifted weakly, only six inches. “…I would raise my hand, as if I was going to make a negative gesture, and then I would wave and smile. Instead of giving them the finger, you let them go, and you smile. “You know what? A lot of times they smiled back. “The truth is, I don’t have to be in that much of a hurry with my car. I would rather put my energies into people.”
