I don't mean to sound too prophetic, but I am guessing that there is a tire salesman and a mechanic that needs to hear the gospel. Today I was driving about 50 miles away from my home when my tire exploded. A few minutes later I had changed the tire and was back on the road. I then received a phone call from Dana indicating that our other car needs a new transmission. She was stranded a few miles away from our house. Needless to say, when I finally arrived home there was quite a bit going through my head. I opened up my car door and noticed a man walking his two dogs. Fortunately, I carry a supply of tracts in my glove box.
Me: Sir, how are you (handing him a gospel tract)?
Man: Oh, a million dollar bill!
Me: That's right. Don't spend it all in one place.
His dogs were very hyperactive so he did his best to walk away quickly. I then proceeded to mourn the loss of my two cars when I saw my two friends from Day 208. I used this opportunity to get to know them a little better. We talked for several minutes on my driveway. I guess today wasn't so bad after all. Tomorrow should be neat. I've never witnessed at a tire store.
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