No matter how fast or slow I go, my trip to Sand Creek always seems to take twenty-five minutes. There are multiple people I could thank for that - the farmer on his tractor, the milk truck driver, the trash truck driver, the deadly slow driver, the idiot driver - it doesn't matter!
A few weeks ago, I decided to redeem the time. I started with calling my dad. For twenty-five minutes we talked. Since then, I've reached out to numerous friends and family members. I've talked to people in Iowa, Tennessee, Florida and just thirty minutes away! I have been blessed.
Want a call? Send me a text and I'll let you know when I can call you! You, then, can calm my road rage . . .
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