I’d lost count of how many days I’d been on the road, but this was my last run. Afterward, I would retire. My wife Amy and I had waited a long time for this. The truck was empty except for my belongings and the roses I’d bought for Amy in the last town.
As the eighteen wheels rumbled around the bend and off the interstate, my favorite Kathy Mattea song came on the radio. I turned up the volume and celebrated because it was my song.
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Thank you for re-blogging, Patty.
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Hi Abbie.
You’re welcome. I think this type of thing is much more your style.
Great job.
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Food For Thought
We all are the Light, automatically. So we really don’t have to go too much further than that. We all have a Light within us – it is the Soul; it is that spark of God, of the Divine, that activates our consciousness.
-John-Roger, DSS
Source: New Day Herald website
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