Cost of Delay

I once saw a man in New York City crossing the street. Suddenly, the man heard a car engine approaching quickly and rather than hurry on across, he halted, seeming to freeze, in the middle of the street. The man’s arms stretched out with one hand towards the side he had been moving towards and the other hand pointing back the way he had come. His face was a mask of fear, looking at the car bearing down on him. ...