I sometimes — well, most of the time — find myself in a rush to complete all the tasks at hand in a normally busy day, just like everyone else in this busy world.

Blink once and you miss a stoplight, blink twice and you miss a turn, but there are more important things to consider when sitting behind the wheel of car or considering your grocery list.

Slow down just a tad and take a look around you.

I traveled to Richmond last weekend, my home for almost 25 years of my life, and the traffic was of course thick and slow as molasses in winter.

Returning home was much like a deflating balloon as traffic got thinner and thinner, but traffic here in Halifax County, particularly the South Boston-Halifax corridor is nothing to sneeze at.

People moving here from urban areas such as Raleigh and Richmond may scoff at people complaining about traffic in Halifax County, but what sets this area apart is the mix of traffic.

Retirees, delivery drivers, tractor-trailer operators and working stiffs like me have to share the road, sometimes on back roads that started out as wagon paths.

There’s not much room for error, and we’ve all heard stories of rescue workers killed while responding to a wreck on busy interstates.

In my life as a reporter, I’ve had the ominous duty of responding to a number of wrecks to take pictures, and I’ve seen first-hand rescue workers trying to slow traffic down while passing the scene of the wreck.

Not just rubber neckers, these folks just can’t be bothered with slowing down, there’s too much to do and not enough time to do it.

I’m reminded of a Harlan Ellison short story, “Along the Scenic Route,” a 1960’s Sci-Fi classic where road rage is taken to a different level in a future society.

A man traveling with his family is cut off in traffic by a road hog and decides to literally fight back using all the futuristic gizmos at his disposal.

His onboard computer connects him with a form of central dispatch, which informs him how much armament and weaponry his opponent possesses, giving him an idea of how he would fare.

I don’t recall the outcome, but I think the family man won out and survived.

I cringe at the thought of the many looney tunes that may be out there having access lasers, phasers and anything Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock and Scotty would drool over.

Let’s just settle for giving each other a break and recognize we’re all in this together.