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The Lord gives us so many blessings. I am lucky to have him on my side.

 I woke tired, not too motivated to do much. I use my age for my slowness, I guess a crush. I did walk Peanut my dog a few times, he makes sure of it, he will detour me, every day to ensure. 

About four this afternoon I decided to go into town. I wished I had never walked out the door. I live in a small-town, a farming community. I love the rural countryside. I got in my car and drove down the Highway. A mile from my home there were people in the way. Cars in front were driving slowly, got closer to the parked cars. People were sitting around, an empty semi-flatbed parked to the side. I did see some white debris on the side of the road, but no car that might have been in an accident. I passed the semi flatbed and behind it laid a motorcycle on its side. Then, I saw the horror. A few feet back from the cycle, a man laid on the ground with his back facing me, in a fetal position, wearing a leather jacket, and helmet. There was a man sitting on the back of his heels watching over the injured person (I think the cyclist was dead). There were still people pulling over and parking to see what was going on. I couldn't stop. All I could do but cry and pray for the person. Why were the other people not around him to help? They were all on the other side of the semi-flatbed. I finally got to the light almost a mile away and pulled over because a firetruck, ambulance, and police coming towards my direction. However, it didn't go on straight towards the accident, they took a side highway. 

Death
The highway doesn't care if you're young or old.
The highway doesn't care if you're going home.
The highway doesn't care if you have loved ones.

12/5/2022

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