Things happen for a reason...

Now, I believe in a lot of things but today... I believe things happen for a reason. My normal mornings are rush rush rush to work to get it over with and yes, I tend to have a bit of road rage (I'm aware and working on it in 09) we all get there the same time, who cares who's first in line. I'm stopped at a light, the same light I almost died in two days ago and the car behind me is just ticked that I, driving my 4-bangin earth saving 35 mpg stick-shift hatchback, was taking it slow. He swerves in-front of me and zips around. No sooner does he do this 5 deer run across 62, He nails the one and the car beside him hits another. The other 3 run back across the other side. The guy in front of me (I call him Mr. Jerk-wad V8 in his suped up hotwheels) keeps on going, I guess he was really really running behind. Now If I would've sped up because he was pushing me... It would've been MY front end, MY deductible, ME being late. I'm just glad for once I didn't react. I checked out his car before he turned and he has some pretty extensive damage! Poor suped up hotwheels...