yesterday i had a new experience. I was driving home from school on my way to teach dance. I had injured my wrist earlier in the day and was trying to drive one handed. As I'm coming up the 5th west which turns into state street i notice alarmingly that my speedometer said 72 mph. "woah, slow down mare," i think. yet, as i slow down to 45 mph i notice everyone start passing me by. luckily, our house is close by. i had to grab some things before teaching and thought that when i got back in the car the malfunction would be gone. I get to university avenue before i see an unusual reading again. as i'm going down the hill toward the freeway it reads 75. "what? maybe it will stop when i get to the freeway" the on ramp i start out going about 60. at this point i'm wondering if my sense of speed is completely out of whack. did i have no clue that i was going so fast? it sure didn't feel like i was speeding. you should also know i have copophobia-i'm petrified of getting tickets. so from university parkway to the center street exit my heart rate is sky high. i was in the slow lane, as you can notice, with cars passing me by. i broke one hundred and concluded there must be a problem! i looked a little closer at the speedometer. if you can tell by the picture it says km/h. kilometers per hour. 1 kilometer is roughly .6 miles. apparently i had hit the button that converts them. never do that unless you want a heart attack while on the freeway.
11.08.2008
only i would do this
yesterday i had a new experience. I was driving home from school on my way to teach dance. I had injured my wrist earlier in the day and was trying to drive one handed. As I'm coming up the 5th west which turns into state street i notice alarmingly that my speedometer said 72 mph. "woah, slow down mare," i think. yet, as i slow down to 45 mph i notice everyone start passing me by. luckily, our house is close by. i had to grab some things before teaching and thought that when i got back in the car the malfunction would be gone. I get to university avenue before i see an unusual reading again. as i'm going down the hill toward the freeway it reads 75. "what? maybe it will stop when i get to the freeway" the on ramp i start out going about 60. at this point i'm wondering if my sense of speed is completely out of whack. did i have no clue that i was going so fast? it sure didn't feel like i was speeding. you should also know i have copophobia-i'm petrified of getting tickets. so from university parkway to the center street exit my heart rate is sky high. i was in the slow lane, as you can notice, with cars passing me by. i broke one hundred and concluded there must be a problem! i looked a little closer at the speedometer. if you can tell by the picture it says km/h. kilometers per hour. 1 kilometer is roughly .6 miles. apparently i had hit the button that converts them. never do that unless you want a heart attack while on the freeway.
11.03.2008
read by elder eyring but attributed to someone else
The fellowship of the unashamed.
I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The dye has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made; I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tinted visions, worldly talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need pre-eminence, positions, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk with patience, am lifted up in prayer, and labor with power. My face is set, my goal is heaven. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, divided or delayed, will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table with the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, shut up, or let up until I have stayed up, stored up, and paid up for the cause of Christ. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me and when He returns for His own He will have no problem recognizing me”.
....no more needs to be said
I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The dye has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made; I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tinted visions, worldly talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need pre-eminence, positions, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk with patience, am lifted up in prayer, and labor with power. My face is set, my goal is heaven. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, divided or delayed, will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table with the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, shut up, or let up until I have stayed up, stored up, and paid up for the cause of Christ. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me and when He returns for His own He will have no problem recognizing me”.
....no more needs to be said
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