As I sit here in the back of my moving car. I look around and contemplate over how fortunate we are. different cars. Different speeds. Different exits. Different levels. One destination. Not everyone is at the same level. Not everyone is equal. The fact that you keep moving is the important part. If you see a stopped car, you give them a jump. simple as that. Unless they seem dangerous. Then you show them the Jersey bird and keep going. God is One. God is Great. God speed.