Rosary Beads On a Gravel Road

Once, I was trapped behind a dump truck. It moved like a slug with black lung. Belched an awful noise. Tossing gravel like a widower tosses tears... Every time a piece struck my grill. I'd wince and duck like a stray dog cowering. Before a steel toed world. I said a little pray for my 10-year-old car. It was a long road but it was finally over. The belching ceased. The devil truck going one way I the other. A pretty sunset was underway... The next morning, I checked for damage. A few chips and some small scrapes. I slowly straightened up. The moment felt quite blessed. and I smiled.