Is it kindness?
And yet, having had to stop the car, get out, worry about getting hit by a car, and get back in the car, it didn't feel like a blessing. It felt like an intrusion. It could be that I was just grumpy, but it doesn't seem like it was a blessing to me.
Do we do that? Do we fail to place ourselves in others' shoes when we seek to "be a blessing?" Do we consider others less than we consider what makes us feel good? As if we have done our good dead for the day?
I suppose I should just accept the action of the other as an act of kindness, but it doesn't feel like kindness.