This morning I drove with my lights on, wearing black, to have a meeting with a friend at CCA7. All the way there, whenever I saw a car with headlights on, I felt a lurch inside and tears came flowing out. I was deeply moved. At one point, in Aranguez, I was turning a corner and the man driving in front of me stopped and called out to a young male driver on the other side of the road (who had his lights on): "Yuh have on yuh lights!" (Clearly he didn't know about today's lights-on-wear-black drive). The male driver said "Is okay. We supposed to have on we lights today ..." (and he started to explain why). To his (and my) surprise, the other man started shouting at him. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but he sounded and looked angry (his body language). Let's call him No-Lights. All the time that No-Lights was shouting at the young male driver (Mr. Lights), I held my thumbs up out of the window for Mr. Lights to see tat he had support. In defense, Mr. Lights shouted back at No-Lights: "I is a Trini! And I keepin' my lights on fuh alla dem!" At that, No-Lights pulled off abruptly and sped off, his body language indicating that he was arguing with the person in his passenger seat about what had happened. There appeared to be two small children in the back seat. I blew my horn at Mr. Lights, held out my hand out in his direction and called out: "Don't give up!" He reached his hand back towards me and called back: "Yuh damn right I not giving up!"
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