Every Monday. 3:30 a.m. 85 miles to work. 75 minutes. Nearly all interstate. It’s a sweet ride filled with music, teaching, and/or quiet time. Almost without exception. 4:45 a.m. Old Jacksonville. My exit. And I have no idea it’s whizzing by in the dark at 75...
I could have died tonight. Yeah, you know those thoughts of, “I wonder what I need to take care of for tomorrow?” Tomorrow would have, could have, not come for me. Me sitting here, past midnight, typing this blog entry, may not have existed. If...
