“When the storm has swept by, the wicked are gone, but the righteous stand firm forever.” Proverbs 10:25
To My Secret Santa. My most heartfelt and sincere thanks for the wonderful gifts. While the gifts will be enjoyed and savored for days, weeks and perhaps months, the memory of your kindness will remain with me always. May the gift of Christmas kindness remain in your heart forever.
A man lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat." The man groaned but didn't budge. The usher became impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager." Again, the man just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager. In a few moments, both the usher and the manager returned and stood over the man. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move him, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?" "Sam," the man moaned. "Where ya from, Sam?" With pain in his voice Sam replied "The balcony."
I don't have many issues with hot or cold anymore. Maybe I'm just tolerate misery better now. Hot weather used to really make me miserable, and there was nothing worse than sitting in a hot car on a summer day. Under normal conditions you just roll the windows down. I can't reach the window crank. I'm wrapped in Nomex fire suit from head to toe, helmet on, strapped in with a five point harness with arm restraints. Best I can do is get the safety crew to open both doors as I creep up to the start line. As soon as I get the signal from David, the starter, to pull up to the start line I know I can get both doors to slam shut as I pull forward. The trip down the Maxton Mile was always pleasant since I had forced air to my helmet when I was moving.