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Everything
was
going
great
until
Las
Cruces
New
Mexico.
Being
broiled
alive
at
the
last
rest
stop
seemed
to
be
the
catalyst
needed
to
stay
awake.
As
the
car
approached
the
Border
Patrol
station,
a
tune
was
on
my
lips.
The
air
conditioning
was
working
perfectly.
The
car
flew
along
at
75
miles
per
hour
with
no
hint
of
complaint.
The
searing
hot
environment
was
shielded
by
my
steel
cocoon.
It
is
difficult
to
successfully
battle
the
intense
levels
of
terror
and
fear
created
when
you
realize
something
is
seriously
wrong
with
your
car
in
111
degree
heat.
As
the
car
slowed,
the
engine
suddenly
died
200
yards
from
the
inspection
station.
My
heart
sank
into
the
pit
of
my
stomach.
Fear,
False
Evidence
Appearing
Real,
immediately
penetrated
my
consciousness
like
a
red
hot
knife.
The
terror
of
being
crushed
from
behind
by
an
out
of
control
16
wheeler
became
my
momentary
reality.
Unexpected
events
throw
a
monkey
wrench
in
your
activities,
just
when
you
feel
on
top
of
the
world.
Has
your
car
ever
died
on
the
freeway
with
cars
honking
and
drivers
YELLING
obscenities?
There
was
just
enough
forward
motion
to
get
the
car
out
of
the
one
lane
of
traffic
onto
the
side
pavement.
Again
and
again
the
ignition
failed
to
ignite
the
spark
plugs.
"What
was
wrong?
What's
wrong?"
I
wondered.
Was
the
car
out
of
gas?
Was
my
exhaustion
so
great,
filling
the
gas
tank
had
been
only
a
delirious
dream?
Suddenly,
a
Border
Patrol
vehicle,
with
lights
flashing,
raced
up
to
my
car
with
the
agents
waving
their
hands
wildly
and
shouting,
"Get
your
car
off
the
pavement
onto
the
shoulder!"
"My
car
just
died
for
no
good
reason.
It
won't
start
again,"
I
yelled
in
return.
The
two
border
patrol
agents
jumped
out
of
their
vehicle.
They
ran
to
the
rear
of
my
car
and
yelled,
"Put
your
car
into
neutral.
We
are
going
to
push
you
onto
the
shoulder."
Total
compliance
was
my
instant
response.
After
the
shoulder
became
the
new
home
for
"Silver
Belle,"
our
loving
nickname
for
the
car,
I
climbed
out
into
the
blazing
heat.
"Thanks
for
pushing
me
to a
safer
area,"
I
said
gratefully.
"No
problem,"
they
said
in
unison.
"We
were
afraid
a
semi
was
going
to
destroy
your
car.
You
would
not
imagine
the
wrecks
we
have
seen
and
the
people
who
have
died.
So
many
people's
car
die
right
where
yours
did."
Would
you
believe
my
cell
phone
had
gone
dead?
As I
looked
at
the
blank
screen
on
my
cell
phone,
the
horrible
realization
hit
like
a
ton
of
bricks.
In
my
anxiety
to
get
home
to
see
my
dad,
charging
the
phone
was
overlooked
the
day
before.
It
was
a
miracle
the
car
died
within
200
yards
of
the
border
checkpoint.
Miraculous
help
appears
at
the
times
you
need
it
the
most
in
incredible
ways.
"Hey!
You
guys.
Can
I
use
your
phone
to
call
AARP
towing
by
AAMCO?
My
cell
went
dead
sometime
last
night.
Like
a
moron,
I
forgot
to
turn
it
off."
"Sure,"
they
said
in a
friendly
manner.
"But,
you
will
have
to
ride
in
the
lockup.
where
we
transport
illegal
aliens."
My
gratitude
knew
no
bounds.
"Thanks,"
I
said
with
relief.
"Anything
to
get
out
of
this
unbearable
heat."
I
walked
over
to
their
truck
and
jumped
into
the
back.
The
cell
was
small,
hot
and
all
metal.
Their
air
conditioning
did
only
a
marginal
job
in
cooling
the
detention
area.
I
took
a
seat...grateful
for
the
ride.
"So
this
is
what
the
illegal
aliens
have
to
endure,"
I
thought
to
myself.
The
border
patrol
check
point
was
a
huge
facility...deliciously
cool
on
such
a
raging
hot
day.
The
agents
generously
pointed
me
to a
phone
to
call
the
towing
service.
Their
soonest
estimate
for
help
was
forty
minutes.
This
was
the
best
they
could
do.
Anxiety,
fear,
depression
and
terror
tried
to
creep
into
my
consciousness
but
with
not
success.
By
this
time,
I
was
resigned
to
whatever
happened.
I
was
powerless
to
do
anything
but
stand
around
waiting.
"Why
don't
you
wait
in
the
detention
area.
We
can't
have
the
public
wandering
around
the
facility."
an
kindly
agent
suggested.
As I
stepped
through
the
large
door
with
steel
bars,
I
suddenly
realized
a
little
of
the
desperation
illegal
aliens
experienced.
"We
won't
lock
the
door,"
another
agent
laughed
good-naturedly.
"You
can
use
the
bathroom
if
you
want."
This
last
statement
was
huge
relief.
I
had
been
drinking
plenty
of
Alacer
Emergen-C
laced
water
and
taking
their
Super
Gram
III.
I
desperately
needed
to
deposit
some
of
the
excess
minerals
and
vitamins
in
the
appropriate
receptacle.
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can
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Time
seemed
to
slow
down
to a
standstill.
Anxiety,
fear
and
depression
again
assaulted
my
consciousness.
My
only
defense
was
repeating
my
Bible
verse,
"Trust
in
the
Lord
with
all
your
heart.
Lean
not
on
your
own
understanding.
Acknowledge
Him
in
all
your
ways
and
He
will
direct
your
paths."
Of
course,
I
had
to
repeat
this
verse
at
least
10
times
over
and
over
again.
Finally,
the
peace
that
goes
beyond
all
understanding
arrived...and
none
too
soon.
A
premonition
to
return
to
my
car
was
stronger
than
I
ever
imagined.
As I
escaped
from
detention
with
a
big
"Thanks
for
your
help!"
on
my
lips,
the
heat
felt
like
a
blast
furnace.
Sweat
immediately
streamed
from
every
pore.
Just
as I
arrived
at
the
car,
the
tow
truck
arrived.
The
drive
dumped
5
gallons
of
gas
into
the
tank.
Everyone
thought
I
had
forgotten
to
fill
the
tank
during
my
journey.
With
high
hopes
and
prayer
on
my
lips
I
jumped
into
the
car
and
burned
my
bare
legs
against
the
leather
seat.
"Ouch,"
I
screamed,
as I
rocketed
off
the
seat
to a
standing
position.
A
towel
was
my
immediate
salvation.
With
the
correct
placement,
the
hot
seat
was
not
a
problem.
The
tow
truck
driver
suggested
I
try
to
get
the
car
started.
My
prayers
streamed
to
the
heavens.
"Please
God,
let
my
car
start."
Miraculously,
the
engine
turned
over
and
worked
perfectly.
I
turned
off
the
air
conditioning
to
take
the
strain
off
the
engine.
"I
guess
it
was
out
of
gas
after
all,"
I
said
excitedly
to
the
driver.
"How
far
is
the
next
gas
station,
" I
asked
concerned.
"Just
ten
miles.
Good
Luck!"
the
driver
said
as I
signed
the
paperwork.
He
ran
for
his
truck,
anxious
to
be
out
of
the
heat.
At
this
time
nothing
else
mattered...I
just
wanted
to
make
it
to
San
Diego
alive.
At
the
very
next
turn
off,
I
stopped
to
fill
up
what
I
imagined
was
an
empty
tank
plus
the
5
gallons
from
the
tow
truck
driver.
As I
stood
watching
the
pump
digits
click
by,
the
stopped
after
only
6
gallons.
"Uh!
Oh!,"
I
instantly
though.
"It
was
not
the
gas.
Something
else
must
be
wrong."
I
hoped
and
prayed
that
I
would
make
it
home
without
any
more
car
troubles.
The
drive
to
Tucson
was
hotter
than
a
"two
dollar
pistol."
When
the
heat
became
unbearable,
I
turned
on
the
air
conditioning
only
to
find
it
was
dead.
Roasting
time
was
about
8
hours
from
Las
Cruces
to
Tucson.
I
figured
that
long
of a
period
in
111
degree
heat
was
enough
to
cook
just
about
any
living
creature.
The
only
thing
that
saved
me
was
popping
Alacer's
Super
Gram
IIIs,
drinking
water
laced
with
Emergen-C.
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also
provided
tremendous
benefits
in
keeping
my
body
hydrated.
Patrick
Flanagan
created
this
valuable
product
using
his
proprietary
Microcluster®
technology.
This
unique
product
lowers
the
surface
tension
and
increases
the
alkalinity
of
water
(or
other
beverages)
creating
wetter
waterTM
—
water
that
more
closely
resembles
the
water
in
the
cells
of
your
body.
It
helps
water
go
into
the
cells
at
an
accelerated
rate.
As
you
age,
it
is
harder
for
your
cells
to
absorb
water.
As I
drove
into
the
parking
lot
of a
Comfort
Inn,
right
off
the
freeway,
I
whispered
a
prayer
of
thanks.
Other
than
no
air
conditioning,
the
car
performed
magnificently.
"Silver
Belle"
had
the
heart
and
guts
of a
road
warrior.
Perhaps
she
would
carry
me
all
the
way
home.
The
morning
would
tell
the
story
of
the
new
day.
After
charging
my
phone
for
a
few
minutes
I
called
a
frantic
Janet.
She
had
been
trying
with
no
success
to
call
me
on
my
cell
phone
that
was
dead.
Fear
had
ruled
her
day.
She
imagined
my
broken
body
and
wrecked
car
sizzling
in
some
desolate
ravine.
Janet
had
been
dead
opposed
to
my
driving
through
the
night
with
no
sleep.
Janet
was
furious,
distressed
and
angry
with
me
all
at
one
time,
but
relieved
I
was
okay.
Telling
her
about
the
car
problems
and
no
air
conditioning
was
not
a
good
idea.
She
was
furious
I
was
putting
my
life
at
risk.
All
I
could
do
was
say,
"Sweetheart,
I am
really
sorry.
But,
I
want
to
get
home
as
soon
as
possible.
I am
afraid
if I
don't
get
there
soon,
my
dad
will
die
without
me
having
the
opportunity
to
say
goodbye!
Little
did
I
know
but
one
of
my
favorite
uncle's
in
San
Diego
had
died
that
day.
Thankfully,
Janet
kept
the
bad
news
secret.
My
plate
was
already
overflowing.
I
did
not
require
any
more
unfortunate
information
to
create
greater
anxiety
and
fear
already
being
dealt
with.
What
bliss
the
simple
things
in
life
bring
during
difficult
times.
A
long
warm
shower,
an
air-conditioned
room
and
a
soft
bed
provided
a
break
from
the
extreme
stress
of
the
last
24
hours.
Totally
exhausted,
I
slept
like
a
baby.
The
events
were
so
far
out
of
my
control,
I
decided
to
just
trust
in
God
and
let
Him
sort
everything
out.
I
would
just
flow
with
whatever
happened
and
accept
it
as a
unique
part
of
my
life
designed
by
God
to
make
me a
better
person
and
better
servant
to
others.
Before
I
went
to
sleep,
I
used
two
of
my
secret
health
weapons
that
helped
me
fight
exhaustion
for
the
last
10
days.
I
applied
a
double
dose
of
"Endosis."
It
is
an
adrenal
strengthening
cream
created
by
Dr.
Michael
Borkin.
This
cream
is
one
of
my
secret
weapons
for
keeping
my
cortisol,
stress
hormone,
levels
balanced.
I
could
not
have
survived
with
out
it
during
the
last
couple
of
weeks.
It
provides
the
important
hormone
supplementation
I
need
to
keep
my
adrenals
from
freaking
out
when
I am
under
extreme
stress.
Active
H
capsules
from
New
Vision.
were
also
very
valuable
in
helping
my
cells
battle
the
free
radicals.
This
product
created
by
Patrick
Flanagan,
a
true
genius,
is
one
of
the
most
powerful
antioxidants
available.
Called
"Fuel
for
Life"sm,
hydrogen
is
the
most
abundant
element,
making
up
the
majority
of
all
atoms.
In
the
human
body,
hydrogen
is
the
essential
factor
that
produces
the
energy
that
fuels
every
human
cell.
Active
H-
is
the
result
of
over
30
years
of
research
and
development
by
Patrick
Flanagan.
This
remarkable
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the
latest
discoveries
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Patrick's
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The
morning
dawned
with
intense
heat
and
difficulties
appeared
from
the
word
go.
I
had
been
out
of
touch
with
my
blog
readers
for
almost
a
week.
Now
that
my
phone
was
charged,
I
hooked
up
my
data
cable
to
my
laptop,
logged
on
to
the
internet
and
started
blogging.
After
writing
for
over
an
hour,
the
cell
phone
lost
the
connection.
All
my
update
disappeared
into
the
hidden
internet
universe,
where
all
lost
correspondence
disappears
into
a
black
hole
with
no
hope
of
recovery.
I
hoped
this
was
not
a
forecast
of
the
trials
and
tribulations
to
come.
The
car's
surface
was
already
as
"hot
as
an
El
Paso
plate
lunch"
and
I
was
dreading
the
final
drive.
The
car
started
immediately.
"Is
this
a
sign
from
God
everything
is
going
to
be
okay,"
I
wondered.
The
temperatures
were
already
soaring
into
the
low
100s.
I
kept
the
driver
side
window
down
to
try
to
remain
cool.
"Who
was
I
kidding?
It
was
like
being
a
roasted
chicken
under
a
heat
lamp
being
blow-dried
by a
70
mile
wind
blast.
I
prayed
to
God
to
get
me
home
while
I
powered
down
the
Alacer
Emergen-C
and
Super
Gram
IIIs
to
keep
my
electrolytes
in
balance.
Heat
prostration
was
not
pleasant.
I
had
no
desire
to
die
in a
car
crash
after
losing
consciousness.
The
auto
accident
was
devastating.
As I
drove
along,
no
sooner
had
I
left
Tucson
than
I
saw
the
traffic
on
the
other
side
of
the
freeway
at a
standstill.
A
car
lay
in a
mangled
heap
along
side
the
road.
The
roof
was
crushed
flat.
I
said
a
prayer
for
the
passengers,
hoping
against
fear
I
would
not
experience
a
similar
fate.
Sometimes
you
are
too
smart
by
half.
My
decision
to
take
HWY
10
through
Los
Angeles,
to
create
less
stress
on
the
car
proved
dead
wrong.
Even
as I
was
driving
40
miles
east
from
HWY
8,
the
subtle
feeling
of
going
the
wrong
way
weighed
on
my
unconscious.
There
was
just
something
about
crossing
borders
that
bothered
"Silver
Belle."
Fear
and
doubt
suddenly
pummeled
me
about
the
head
and
shoulders...seeking
their
insidious
control
over
my
emotions.
The
border
check
point
between
Arizona
and
California
loomed
on
the
horizon.
"Would
"Silver
Belle"
falter
and
stop?
My
prayer
was
that
she
would
victoriously
sail
across
the
border
and
carry
me
safely
home.
My
worst
fears
became
reality...again.
As
"Silver
Belle"
slowed
down
while
approaching
the
check
point,
she
died
again.
I
was
barely
able
to
steer
her
into
an
empty
lane
as
the
power
steering
ceased.
Brute
force
was
required.
My
foot
jammed
down
on
the
brake...pressing
for
all
I
was
worth,
trying
to
stop
the
car
before
I
ran
over
the
orange
cones.
What
do
you
say
when
FEAR
and
Despair
dog
your
footsteps?
Totally
bummed
out
was
my
first
emotion.
But,
in a
matter
of
seconds
there
was
a
peace
in
knowing
God
was
in
control.
My
favorite
prayer,
"Trust
in
the
Lord
with
all
your
heart
and
lean
not
on
your
own
understanding.
Acknowledge
Him
in
all
your
ways
and
He
will
direct
your
path."
echoed
in
my
mind
over
and
over
again
until
I
experienced
the
amazing
peace
the
message
promises.
When
God
is
building
your
faith
and
character
through
trials
and
tribulations,
it
is
no
picnic.
It
is
easy
to
say,
"God,
I
have
had
enough.
I
don't
think
I
want
to
be
quite
that
sanctified
yet.
What
else
could
go
wrong?
How
about
something
going
right
for
a
change?"
But,
after
years
of
hard
experience
and
guidance
from
God,
I
finally
realized
the
the
correct
question
is,
"What
else
can
go
right?"
If
total
faith
and
trust
in
God
is a
reality,
everything
that
happens
is
an
integral
part
of
His
plan.
My
gut
feelings
were
contrary
to
my
soul's
aspirations.
Not
wanting
the
agents
to
think
I
was
a
border
breaker,
I
jumped
out
of
the
car
and
walked
up
to
them.
When
I
explained
my
car
problems,
they
smiled.
"For
some
reason
lots
of
cars
stall
or
break
down
here.
It
has
to
be
the
heat.
They
just
get
too
hot
with
the
air
conditioners
running
full
blast."
"Can
I
borrow
your
bathroom
for
a
second,"
I
asked.
"Sure,"
they
said
kindly
after
I
explained
my
dad's
condition.
The
agents
recommended
I
take
the
small
road
to
Brawley
and
El
Centro
4
miles
down
the
freeway.
After
I
explained
my
free
100
mile
towing
allowance
on
the
AARP
car
service,
the
agents,
in
no
uncertain
terms,
told
me
to
take
the
road
to
Brawley.
"If
you
make
it
to
El
Centro,
you
are
within
100
miles
of
San
Diego.
You
are
home
free!"
After
a
quick
visit
to
the
men's
room,
it
was
time
to
see
just
how
far
"Silver
Belle's"
heart
and
soul
would
carry
me.
What
an
incredible
champ
of a
car.
She
started
up
immediately
and
we
were
on
the
road
again.
When
the
turn
off
to
Brawley
appeared
in 4
miles,
just
like
the
agents
promised,
I
was
afraid
"Silver
Belle"
would
stall.
My
least
desire
was
to
be
stranded
in
the
blazing
hot
sun,
a
few
miles
from
the
border.
So,
I
did
not
take
their
advice
and
forged
ahead,
hoping
against
all
odds
that
I
would
make
it
home
today.
It
was
the
middle
of
the
day
and
the
blistering
sun's
rays
were
beating
down
full
force
on
the
driver
side.
Desperation
forced
me
to
wrack
my
brain
to
discover
solutions
that
would
give
my
body
some
relief.
I
decided
to
shut
down
the
111
degree
blow
dryer
by
closing
the
driver
side
window.
Then
miracle
of
miracles,
I
opened
the
passenger
side
and
the
temperature
changed.
Believe
it
or
not,
this
simple
action
actually
cooled
the
temperature
inside
the
car
dramatically.
111
outside
caused
concern
because
I
had
no
idea
on
how
hot
it
was
inside.
Sweat
streamed
down
my
face
and
body.
I
chugged
the
water
with
Emergen-C
and
popped
the
Super
Gram
IIIs
every
half
hour.
There
was
no
way
I
was
going
to
pass
out
and
kill
myself
or
someone
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After
about
two
hours,
gas
was
running
low
and
I
dreaded
slowing
down.
Chiraco
Summit
appeared
on
the
horizon,
almost
like
a
mirage.
As I
slowed
going
up
the
off
ramp,
"Silver
Belle's"
engine
died.
It
was
back
to
brute
force
steering.
A
huge
semi
truck
barely
missed
my
front
end
as I
went
through
the
stop
sign,
hoping
to
coast
into
the
station.
Desperation,
exhaustion,
fear,
terror
and
other
unwanted
emotions
fought
for
my
attention.
It
was
so
hot
outside,
my
hand
almost
sizzled
against
the
paint.
My
trip
into
the
station
resulted
in 4
big
bottles
of
water.
My
mind
was
made
up.
El
Centro
was
my
destination...even
though
backtracking
40
miles
was
my
fate.
If
only
my
decision
would
have
been
to
take
HWY
8
straight
across
the
desert
to
El
Centro.
My
destination
would
have
been
attained
over
an
hour
ago.
Only
200
miles
to
go
to
salvation.
"El
Centro,
here
I
come!"
I
said
with
a
scream
of
defiance.
What
ever
God
had
in
store
for
me I
could
handle
with
His
grace.
At
55
miles
an
hour,
it
took
a
lot
longer
than
I
imagined
to
arrive
in
El
Centro.
Along
the
way,
I
had
the
opportunity
to
enjoy
the
beauty
of
the
azure
blue
Salton
Sea,
the
delightful
smells
of
fresh
cut
crops
and
a
slowing
of
my
pace.
Perhaps,
all
of
these
events
were
designed
to
get
my
attention
and
teach
me
there
was
really
nothing
to
be
gained
by
worrying
and
doing
everything
at
high
speed.
As
cars
roared
past
with
their
air
conditioners
humming,
windows
closed
and
radios
blaring,
going
slower
was
not
so
bad
after
all.
Look
at
how
much
pleasure...the
sights,
sounds
and
smells
they
are
missing
along
the
way.
Was
the
frenetic
pace
really
worth
the
risks
of
early
death
and
life
threatening
diseases.
Suddenly,
the
realization
that
stress
was
the
true
killer
of
hearts,
minds
and
bodies
popped
into
my
brain.
The
faster
I
wanted
to
go,
the
more
God
slowed
me
down.
The
greater
my
efforts
to
attain
my
goals,
the
farther
away
they
seemed.
Was
this
my
problem?
Was
I
trying
to
power
my
way
through
life,
busting
down
all
the
obstacles
with
sheer
physical
force
and
determination
of
will?
What
a
defining
moment
in
my
life
this
trip
through
the
desert
inferno
was!
My
dad's
stroke,
mom's
pneumonia
and
congestive
heart
failure,
my
financial
problems
and
marital
difficulties
were
all
messages
from
God
to
slow
down
and
smell
the
roses.
Anxiety,
stress,
fear
and
terror
lead
to
unrelenting
depression,
hopelessness
and
eventually
bitterness.
Was
I
willing
to
see
God's
hand
in
the
failures
of
my
life?
Would
I
accept
the
events
now
transforming
my
life
forever?
Was
I
willing
to
choose
an
attitude
of
total
surrender
to
God's
plan
for
my
life?
Was
I
really
ready
to
let
God
take
over
my
life?
Did
I
want
to
know
what
is
possible
when
you
align
yourself
with
what
God
is
already
doing
in
the
world
and
the
lives
of
those
around
you?
The
dying
engine,
reversed
directions
and
total
uncertainty
were
God's
simple
request,
"Trust
in
Me!"
Now
I
knew
the
awful
truth.
Even
though
I
thought
I
was
seeking
after
God,
it
was
not
totally
true.
Life
always
has
it's
forwards
and
backwards,
ups
and
downs.
Finally,
I
was
ready
to
take
His
advice.
Being
beaten
to a
bloody
pulp
by
your
own
efforts
and
thought
processes
was
not
God's
loving
plan.
He
sent
his
son
Jesus
to
take
the
beating
and
go
through
the
suffering
for
us.
Gratefulness
and
an
inner
peace
calmed
my
heart
and
spread
through
my
mind,
even
in
the
boiling
hot
temperatures.
Heat
suddenly
stopped
being
a
factor.
The
sweat
stopped
and
a
cool
breeze
came
out
of
no
where.
El
Centro
was
only
10
miles
away.
I
rejoiced
at
my
new
found
freedom.
Victory
over
fear,
terror,
anxiety
and
depression
was
mine!
Oh
no!
Ten
stop
lights
in a
row
suddenly
became
the
next
hurdle.
Even
though
"Silver
Belle"
stalled
at
each
stoplight,
directing
traffic
with
a
smile
around
my
obstacle
became
a
joy.
The
heat
did
not
seem
to
affect
me.
After
5
minutes,
"Silver
Belle"
reliably
started
up
and
carried
me
one
small
step
at
at
time
closer
to
my
home.
When
I
reached
HWY
8
and
saw
the
sign
100
miles
to
San
Diego,
my
joy
was
unrestrained.
My
goal
for
towing
was
reached.
I
could
pull
over
now
and
call
it a
day.
Or,
I
could
take
the
challenge
to
see
just
how
far
God
could
take
"Silver
Belle"
and
me.