When I Think Of Bambi

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Most everyone thinks of a doe or female deer every time they hear the name Bambi. I suppose there are women who go by the name of Bambi, but I know of no one who does. When I hear the name Bambi I think back to a class I had to take at my last job. I have no idea why, but it was mandatory for everyone to take this class. The class was a sort of safe driving class. We had to take it in case we drove one of the companies vehicles. The chances of me, and many others in the class, of driving a company’s vehicle was zero to none. And even after we were told that, we still had to take the class. In the class we were taught of a deer jumped in front of us while driving to hit the deer. One woman said, “You want us to kill Bambi?” We were told, “Yes.” And here’s why. If we tried dodging the deer we may very well end up having a worse wreck than if we hit the deer. We could hit a tree or go down a ditch and roll over. Or we could hit an oncoming car. Or we could lose control and end up doing all three, hit an oncoming car, hit a tree and go down a ditch and roll over. The best thing you can do is hit the deer and hope for the best. Of course this doesn’t mean if a deer jumps in front of you down the road for you to gun it and try to hit the deer. If you have time to slow down or stop, then that is what you should do. But if a deer jumps in front of you and you have no time to stop, then hit the deer. Everyone’s reaction usually is to try and dodge what has run out in front of them, but it could mean your life or the deer’s life. That is what we were taught. Sorry Bambi. Have you ever hit a deer? I did in my younger days. A deer ran out in front of me and I swerved to miss it. It stopped, turn around and I nailed it. If I wouldn’t have swerved I most likely would have missed it altogether. Or at the very least nicked it’s rear end.