Yesterday I drove past a fatal traffic accident on my way to see our good friends’ new baby, only 8 hours old. Someone had run a red light and killed the driver of the car that had the right of way.

This week I was driving back from Wichita for 3 hours in the rain. The roads were fairly empty but a small error and I could’ve been sliding off the road or hit a puddle the wrong way and flipped myself over.

Every time I get on a plane I always recall my mom telling me once that the most dangerous parts of the flight are take-off and landing. I always pray extra hard during those moments.

I’m not a pessimistic person, but I have thoughts sometimes about how at any moment my time on earth could come to an end and that would be it. In the meantime, I want to try and make it count. Thanks for checking in!

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