Desperation. The look on the faces of those confronting a situation so outside of their control that only the most desperate actions can remedy. 

Riding home in the back seat of my parent's 4-Runner, a white car passed us on the opposite side of the boulevard headed in the opposite direction of traffic. There were two guys hanging out the windows of the car screaming at the cars to 'move out of the way!' as they made their way into our lane. I have learned to expect almost anything when it comes to the chaotic Dominican driving, but something in the tone of their voice told me it wasn't the usual case of being late for lunch. There was a sense of extreme urgency in their manner that said their desperate actions were called for. Something was driving them to respond in this way but I was oblivious to the reason. Traffic was moving at a brutally slow pace and these men didn't have time to lose. The guy in the back seat jumped out and began running between the cars attempting to clear a route, but for what? I turned around and that's when I saw it, a silver-colored pickup truck with three men in the back and one of them was holding above his head a medical IV. My heart melted as I recognized their pain because I too have felt the fear of losing someone that I love. The truck made its way by in a hurry as I watched through the camera on my iPad. I did the only thing I knew to do, I prayed. 
A few cars behind a police truck was following with its red & blue lights flashing but even though it's their job, they did not feel the weight of loss pressing upon them to make a way for the man in need, they were content to follow. After all, it's not their problem right? 

It happened in a matter of seconds but it reminded of the story we find in Mark 2.

"And when Jesus returned to Capernaum after some days, it was reported that he was at home. And many were gathered together, so that there was no more room, not even at the door. And he was preaching the word to them. And they came, bringing to him a paralytic carried by four men. And when they could not get near him because of the crowd, they removed the roof above him, and when they had made an opening, they let down the bed on which the paralytic lay. And when Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic, “Son, your sins are forgiven.” Now some of the scribes were sitting there, questioning in their hearts, “Why does this man speak like that? He is blaspheming! Who can forgive sins but God alone?” And immediately Jesus, perceiving in his spirit that they thus questioned within themselves, said to them, “Why do you question these things in your hearts? Which is easier, to say to the paralytic, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Rise, take up your bed and walk’? But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins” —he said to the paralytic— “I say to you, rise, pick up your bed, and go home.” And he rose and immediately picked up his bed and went out before them all, so that they were all amazed and glorified God, saying, “We never saw anything like this!”"