On this foggy morning, I thought I’d reblog this one.
It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.
This morning on the way to school, we came upon a patch of low lying fog. It wasn’t the kind of fog that whispers in the
trees, but a thick soup of condensation that surprised us as we rounded a blind curve. As you can imagine, it took us all by surprise, and I tapped on the brakes to slow down a bit.
You see, I knew what was coming ahead was a small bridge that is barely wide enough for two cars. Usually, I just slow down and share the road as I travel across, but on school mornings filled with late teenagers and type-A professionals, I usually stop and give right of way to motorists zooming toward me.
This morning, however, I could see nothing, and I will…
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