Roadkill

You are cruising down the empty highway and you see it sitting there in front of you; a little gray bunny. He pauses for half a second, eyes wide, nose twitching, and then takes off as fast as he can. You clutch the steering wheel and decide whether or not to swerve as you tires roll closer to the dumb little critter. He's not going to make it. You hit the brake, but not fast enough. You barely feel the impact as you tires roll over the tiny lump of flesh.
How often in life is this our situation? Not that of the driver, but that of the rabbit, eyes wide, seeing some huge, unknown thing bearing down on him. Laid off from work. Totalled your car and can't afford a new one. Cancer about to cut your life short. Things that we can't avoid, can't dodge, can't escape.
Sometimes, life can make us roadkill. These huge events come bearing down on us out of nowhere, and we don't know what to do. We can't muster a better reaction than that poor, squashed bunny. We freeze. Will it really hit me? We run, but which way? Sometimes we squeak by, the tires a centimeter away from crushing our tail. Other times we lie flattened in the road.
The road of life is littered with roadkill, just like the highway on the other side of town. We can't avoid getting hit and crushed. It's how we get back up and pick up the pieces that matters.