Backseat Praying
I wasn’t the best driver for a while. You might think I’m exaggerating. Nope, I was elected one of four ‘Senior’s worst drivers’ in my graduating class. It’s not that I took pride in that title. However, it was true. Through prayer, practice, and a lot of dings in my first car (a 1979 Cutlass Oldsmobile which really could have doubled as a submarine…I loved that car!) I’ve improved. This morning as I was taking the girls to school, I began telling them a story about their grandma when I first learned how to drive. I love my mom bunches. I remember I had a friend in the passenger’s seat with me, and my mom was in the back. We were on the back roads of Ohio where middle lines in the road are optional because truthfully the roads aren’t big enough for two lanes. I noticed while...