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Zoom-Eakes

This tends to describe me in everything I do.  I've always loved to drive.  Since "driving" for Dad to throw out hay to driving girls to school to driving thrill hill and beating the boys' record.  I go for a drive when I'm mad, sad or happy!  I love to drive.  However, I live like I drive I'm afraid.  Either full speed or stopped.  The Zoom-Eakes.  You know drive really fast and then slam on the breaks and yell "EAKES!!!"  

If life is like a road and God directs us to follow in His way.  If my life is like I drive then I need some help!  Some things I've learned from driving.  
  • Stay on my side of the road.  
  • Drive for the conditions. (That was a painful lesson.) 
  • Fill up with gas and check your oil BEFORE you leave for the trip. (Another painful lesson.)  
  • Observe and know your landmarks, directions AND pack a map.  Don't panic if you get lost because there are lots of nice people who will tell you where to go! 
  • Enjoy the drive and stop when you see a beautiful scene or you will regret it.   
  • Take the long way at times.
  • Follow your instinct!!
  • Sometimes it is best to go alone.  Sometimes it's nice to have someone with you!
  • Stay on the high road so you can see what is coming!
  • Don't hesitate when you come to a tough spot.
Once I do the above-I can't quit doing them.  Today is a day to make sure that my priorities are in place and that I'm on the right road.  A good day to check the gauges and the fluids and kick the tires.  Push the trip button so I can begin again.  Pull out my map and check my compass.  Turn my vehicle and make sure the road I'm on is the way I want to go!  And... of course....squeal out!

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