We thought we were driving A to B. We were sent via C, where a stranger stood out of fuel in the dark. Tell us about your layby — the detour that turned out to be the point.
The layby. It's one of those images from the book that stays with you — not because it's dramatic, but because it's so ordinary. A detour. A stranger. A small inconvenience that turned out to matter.
What strikes me is how often these moments only make sense in reverse. You couldn't have planned to be there. You couldn't have known. You just found yourself in a dark layby, and someone needed exactly what you had.
So I'd ask: when you think of your own via C moment — was there a part of you that resisted the detour? That was annoyed, or impatient, or just trying to get home? And what did it feel like when you realised why you'd been sent that way?
If you're not sure you've had one yet — try this. For a week, when something delays or diverts you, just notice. Don't explain it. Just notice, and see what's there.
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