Ever run out of gas in your vehicle?Twice. True stories. I am grateful nothing of this magnitude has happened since 1998.
The first time (1987) I was “running out” of gas. I was driving home to Wisconsin, heading south on Hwy 94 from Ann Arbor, Michigan. I was traveling in the middle of a blizzard with three inches of snow covering my windshield. The wipers were not working as the snow was too heavy and wet. The side windows were not rolling down. So I started praying because I thought it would take a miracle to get off a busy HWY with cars passing me, probably going 50 MPH.
And so it was a miracle. My car drove itself up an interstate ramp. I opened my car door to find my feet land in a gas station parking lot. I was lucky I did not veer left or right because I would have ended up in a steep ditch. (I tell this story a lot.)
The second time (1998) I drifted home on fumes. Fumes and a lot of prayer. I was over a mile from home and felt the car stalling. When I laid on the gas pedal it made no revving noise. The fuel tank was empty. With each wheel rotation I whispered another heartfelt plea. The car and I safely skated home on hot summer tar. Once again I was saved by spiritual energy. (I tell this story often as well.)
Which are better: black or green olives? There is a new olive at our grocery story that consumes my taste: a Chilean green olive marinated in spicy oil.
If you were a great explorer, what would you explore? I am a rock hound. I have several fossils and various stones collected from visited beaches, woods, deserts, mountains and even one piece of rock from a famous prison and an Edith Wharton stone picked up at her house. So, wherever I go, and only on earth, I would need to know there are plentiful earth pieces to treasure and carry home, that obviously would fit in my pockets.
Quotes List: At least three of your favorite quotes?
Tears and more tears. I know smiles sprout eventually and it is the sorrowful seasons that bring wisdom and knowledge.