Your Time is Limited

You never know when the Big Man is going to snatch you up. It almost happened last Tuesday when I was hit by a car on my bike. Thrown on the hood, windshield and then tossed across the pavement the driver then sped away. I was so blessed that my number didn't come up. I was so blessed that no bones were broken and my organs stayed intact.

But it could have gone differently. I might not have survived. I might not have finished my letter. The 37th revision might not have been completed, And yes, it is a lot better than the 36th revision. The point is you just never know how much time you have left. Don't waste it. Martin Luther King never had the time to even start his letter.

Start your letter. Write another page. Don't put it off. You have no control of other driver's on the road distracted by their cell phones.