Just the other day, my husband gave me back the keys to my car --- after a $1,200 repair job for a broken speedometer turned into a major overhaul --- and smiled while saying "Happy Valentine's Day, Honey!" I accepted it since I'm a practical romantic. Anyway after driving his Jeep, I missed my van.
While driving yesterday, I noticed up ahead a line of cars doing some strange maneuvers all over the road. Back and forth they weaved like someone qualifying on an obstacle course! What's going on, I thought, while staying back from the spastic dance on the pavement.
Then in a FLASH a glass bottle appeared in front of me!!! But it wasn't just lying there resting after being tossed by a littering piglet --- OH NO --- it was being blown about by the breeze of the speeding automobiles. It rapidly moved in front of me, disappearing under my car, while I tried to keep it from hitting my wheels! Somehow I crossed its path without any crushing contact. Behind me the next car's startled driver turned right and left to avoid destruction too. Success!!! I was pleased that I had made sure I wouldn't get a new tire for Mother's Day.
Okay, I got the message --- Always be ready to play dodgeball on the road of life.