Come on Baby, light my....

First, there was the traffic on the freeway.

Then there was a closed off ramp.

Then there were accidents on the freeway

caused by the closed ramp.

People in Phoenix get fussy

when there's too much traffic

on a day when the thermometer

reads 113 degrees.

This is what caused it:

A fire.

A big fire that had black smoke

blowing all over.

A fire that had every fire truck in the

county racing to the rescue.

Here's the traffic.

I was grumpy.

Hot.

Frustrated.

And then...

I remembered.

Remembered there were firefighters

that were likely way hotter than me

(in more ways than one)

and I remembered

there was a business owner

watching his business going up in smoke

(literally)

and then I remembered

people might have been hurt.

So I had to stop being frustrated

that the worst part of my day

was just a little sweat

just a little traffic

and just a little inconvenience.

Perspective is a good thing.