Tag: driving
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Who Helps You?
Several reels are going around lately that show a man driving a car, responding with a sense of forced gratitude to his wife, who is telling him to drive faster, put on his signals, slow down, or park right there. The wife is always referred to as “his little helper”, as if he can’t imagine…
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Not Everything Needs To Be Said
I love this man dearly. He is a person of deep integrity and grace who has put up with me for more years than I can imagine. I do not love his driving. I’m the more aggressive driver of the two of us. My average speed is nine miles over the limit–I’m not the fastest…
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It Could Drive Me Crazy
Road trips are fun. Seeing the countryside from the highway, admiring the landscape, listening to a book on tape are all things I enjoy. Not my husband so much. He’d rather get on a plane and get to wherever he’s going. He does all the driving. As much as I enjoy road trips, I despise…
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It’s Enough To Drive A Person Crazy
Lots of little boys love cars. Anything with wheels brings joy and sounds of “vroom, vroom”. Mack, at one, loves to get in his plastic car and pretend. Most sixteen-year-olds are equally delighted with cars. The idea of independence, the freedom to go where you want to when you want to, is high on the…
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Road Trip 2.0
When we were younger, road trips were an integral part of our lives. We’d throw all six kids in the back of the van, hook up a small TV with a VHS component (definitely back in the day) and drive wherever we needed to be. Often we’d drive all night, the kids sacked out in…
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