Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband and I took a neighborhood walk this morning, watching our footing, saying hi occasionally, and admiring hydrangeas and succulents, until near the end, when we came upon a dog fight.  The two dogs who had been behind us with their owner, had just passed us, politely, both dogs on a short leash, when two smaller dogs who were off leash with their people in the driveway, just went after the leashed dogs and were only restrained after much attitude and defensive defiance.  We walked in the street and crossed it to get away from the bad behavior of the people and dogs, when a man started backing out of his driveway, and my husband noticed his gas cap was off.  We waved our arms and finally he saw us as he stopped at the stop sign.  He got out and fixed the problem, but as we turned onto our street, the peacefulness had evaporated in a tempest in a teapot end.  I immediately got in the car when we reached home, to do some shopping and as I passed the same corner there were now three cars stopped at diagonals and a man, youngish, down in the street.  He'd just been hit in the crosswalk by one of the cars.  I paused, but there were three or four adults at hand, so I turned away and headed up a different street, to avoid them and the possible pile up of more cars turning too fast.  After I had driven several blocks, a paramedic truck with lights flashing passed me, headed no doubt to the injured man.  That corner took on an aspect of the Bermuda Triangle in my mind.  For those few moments, there was some bad karma in the air!