Aa good guy I know died last week going home from work on his big
Hog to Fillmore, CA. He left behind a wife and daughter at 47. Witnesses said he was going fast and passing traffic on the left of the double yellow lines. After airlifting him to a hospital in Thousand Oaks he could no be revived. No rain or oil on that road.
What a sad situation. I’ll pray for the family.
Over the double yellow? Shakin’ my head, here.
I mean, I guess it’s a blast, and all, but there’s a point where fun brings you face-to-face with irreversible error, and you’ve either made one, or are about to.
I’ve a good friend who visited Yosemite in the spring, climbed to the top of Yosemite Falls, stood OUTSIDE the railings, with his toes out in the breeze, and looked straight down umpteen-and-oh-sweet-Jesus-bazillion feet to the bottom, with the water thundering over the edge just off to the side, there, making the very rocks vibrate.
Standing out there on the brink of Death, he said he came as close as he’d ever been to actually HEARING the audible Voice of God, and The Almighty said, simply, “Hey! This is SERIOUS!” As in, “Quit goofin’ off, son! ‘Cuz you know that gravity thing I invented? It plays for KEEPS!”
DANGED sorry to hear about your buddy. Hope his wife and daughter have a solid faith, and a tight network of friends to help them pick up the pieces and go on.