Naturally, my first thoughts were of a dual nature (seriously, why wasn't I born a pisces?): On the one hand, I was pissed at the sheriff who was in serious dereliction of protocol and duty. Yet, I was also thinking of the person who might be helped by the officer rushing off to lend aide.
Perhaps two people had to get in that car wreck, where no one was injured, in order for him to to put an end to an instance of domestic violence. There could have been any number of situations requiring speed and momentary carelessness.
Though, I fear the truth was somewhere in the middle. An officer who was in a rush caused an accident and then didn't know what to do, so he fled. Like a teenager who rear ends someone, afraid that daddy will take their license. Except, we bow to the authority of the badge, so we genuflect when we should be pissed and calling headquarters and reporting the problem.
I wonder about this on a spiritual level, though. How often have we been either sheriff or those in the accident? How often do we rush off to do our Very Important Thing, not even pausing to realize that we've ruined someone else's day by our valiant efforts? We remember, vividly, the times when we were the innocent bystanders. Don't we? We count the times and keep mental record of when others left us in their wake of destruction. But, do we do more than pause when we are the cause of the problem?
I think this was my lesson from the universe on this Full Moon. Don't let your reasons, however valiant or necessary to the Greater Good, stop you from acknowledging your mistakes. Yes, there is such thing as a greater good and collateral damage and all that. Unfortunately, as humans, many times that collateral damage has a name and a life and doesn't appreciate having to be your collateral damage.
