The Snows Of Disbelief The Fiction Of Our Times

The key to construction-proofing your insurance lies in making your car (and your driving habits) as insurance friendly as possible. If you're driving within their realms of not just acceptable, but excellent driving habits, you're going to have a better chance of being forgiven for stumbling over a pot hole and slamming into a cement median than you will if your driving record is host to a list of black marks a mile long!

While the alpine skiers are practicing for their downhill events, we here in the Tennessee Valley had our downhill event back in November. That's when the rocks and trees on the hills above Highway 64 in Polk County, Tennessee went downhill, a long, long way downhill. The road has been blocked since then and they have given up predicting when the highway will be open again - may by summer, maybe not.

It doesn't work that way. Wish to argue? I can state 50 cases of unhappy middle-management 40-somethings who are excessively angry at their shortcomings, which are a byproduct of spending 20 years being normal.




The girls agreed wholeheartedly. Fear was now our companion. We maneuvered the car around on the highway--there were no other cars or lights anywhere in the vicinity. Our only relief on our way back was the dark humor we enjoyed about the sinister laughing of the gas station attendant carving another hash mark into the backroom once we'd left.

Carl Edwards was just 25 years old and although he was a young up and coming racer, he wasn't expected to win at Atlanta against the likes of Jimmie Johnson, Jeff Gordon, Tony Stewart and Dale Earnhardt Jr. amongst many other superstars of NASCAR. I like to think I was Carl's good luck charm that day, but it soon became apparent that he didn't need much luck with the amount of talent he had as a driver. My vivid memory of that race goes right to the last lap, and the wild finish. Carl Edwards and Jimmie Johnson were racing to the finish line, side by side with Johnson just slightly ahead in his #48 Chevy. As they approached the finish line, the 2 drivers were bumping into each other's cars, trying to get the other to lose just a little speed, and allow himself to grab the win.

If you fail, all that happens is that you go work for the aforementioned 40-something in corporate, take your 401(k) that won't make you rich, your 5,000 stock options and a health care plan that won't charge you a penny, in case you're ever in a 30-traffic pile up.

My wit couldn't resist, "All it took was a smack upside the head with a 2x4." We nearly died laughing. His was a good, robust, from the gut laughter, which I was grateful for--sometimes I open my mouth and insert my foot. We hugged and said good-bye for the second time, but not the last.

Have you ever been troubled about some problem? You long to find an answer. Suddenly, a book falls off a shelf or you feel inspired to turn on the television and hear the answer coming from an actor or talk show host or guest or you feel inspired to open a Bible to a certain location or someone walks up to you and says certain words that sound like the answer to your question. You might state, "What a coincidence." In my opinion, there is no such thing as coincidences. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. We may not understand that reason for many days, weeks, months, or years. Eventually, click here may realize that God orchestrated things in such a way that you could receive the exact guidance that you needed at the perfect time.