With eighty hours of trucking behind me, I was empty and headed home. I topped that mountain without realizing the sun had melted the snow on the backside and it was now iced over. As I started my descent, I gazed on a frightful sight. In addition, at the bottom of this long hill was a sharp left-hand turn. I couldn’t brake and I couldn’t steer. I was completely at the mercy of gravity. It seemed like forever but within seconds that rig piled through a high snow bank that entombed the truck.
Moments before, it looked like my workday was almost over. Now, it was going to be a long day with a lot to answer for.
Strange how life is. You never know what lies ahead for you just over the next hill.
Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
Slow down, give it some thought and be safe.
Think about it.
Gary