Like most of you, I'm one of those pedestrians who prefers only the briefest engagement with traffic. At crossing signals, I wait for the pedestrian light to come on, make sure all the cars and trucks are stopped and then dash across the road. If there's no signal, I make sure the cars have gone past me or remain a fair distance off before I dash across the road. Dashing across roads is part of the routine, along with look both ways, and so on. Never failed me yet.
I say all this because it's one thing to briefly pick one's spots in the uneven contest between my beefcake and a few tons of metal and quite another to be responsible for taking on that traffic two hours every day as a school crossing guard. Particularly on a busy street with no reduced speed signs. After watching one such guard in action, I came away with a renewed respect for the valuable work these folk do, and the dangers they face in ensuring kids get to class. No wonder she received accolades that day. Award Winner