Nine years ago today, on a Sunday morning just outside Athens, my sister, her friend, my college roommate and I probably should’ve died in a very terrible car accident.
Instead, we all were put back together again with a bunch of metal plates, rods and screws. Our driver, whose last name I’ve forgotten, suffered a broken nose and a large sack of guilt. I hope he’s put that down by now. I’m pretty sure I heard he is a commercial pilot.
I hope the Lord does not regret the additional years he gave us.
What are you doing with your borrowed time?
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