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Over a half century on this ride called life. Mom usually did the driving; she was an accountant by training. Dad was an engineer and computer scientist; he carried a lot of baggage such as his parents divorce and WWII PTSD, but he sacrificed his left leg and his right foot for the ride. My twin decided to skip the ride, but my brother joined us when I was 8 years and 8 days old. Most of the time, I was just there for the ride. I was always eager to do what adults did and have my chance to share the driving, race the car, and have a good time. We certainly hit a lot of potholes along the way, and even some road kill. Many fender-benders and even a few major accidents, but we’re all healing. Occasionally I got lost at different stops along the way. At seventeen I decided to drive out on my own. Joined the Future Truckers of America (FTA) at eighteen, and Uncle Sam Aint Release Me Yet (retirement pay is just a retainer to be called back in for the big haul.) I finally got on the right road when I met my wife, and then we arrived at Jesus together. We picked-up a few passengers for the ride, five boys and two girls, who are all on their own ride now. As Harrison Ford said, “It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.” My wheels are in the shop frequently as of late, but I want to make sure that all the maintenance is done so I can enjoy the rest of this ride. It’s not always easy to fix a lemon like me, but have some good mechanics helping. Sometimes I worry about an oil embargo, so I try to keep my tank filled at all times! I’m looking forward to some great road rallies!! Lest I forget, God has truly blessed me!!! --John.
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