- Joined
- May 15, 2020
- Messages
- 4,154
- Points
- 601
- Age
- 70
- City
- Atlanta
- State - Country
- GA - USA
- Other
- Manufacturers factory tour, maybe big dealership tour
- Vehicle Year
- 1997 1987
- Engine
- 4.0 V6
- Transmission
- Manual
- Total Lift
- 97 stock, 3” on 87
- Total Drop
- N/A
- Tire Size
- 235/75-15
- My credo
- Never put off ‘til tomorrow what you can put off indefinitely
It’s hard to believe the politicians and legislators wouldn’t do routine maintenance before all the opportunity to watch riots and defund the police, etc....
Worst we had in my 40 in Georgia was eleven days. Solid ice. Ga Power trucks had trouble getting around til it warmed up, but actually did a great job. 2nd worse was 3 days, that’s a vacation. I was almost arrested a few years ago when I replaced the fuse on my neighbors’ and my pole transformer with my own fire stick. I also buried the squirrel....
I joke a lot, but all you folks stuck in this are in my, our prayers. The stories of helping daughters and mothers are expected, but are still inspiring. & you don’t think He is watching, approving, when you DO find gas in that last 40 miles? I’ll bet you’d jump in a second to help a stranger with that last 5 gallons.
A couple days ago we had torrential rain. I ran errands in the F250. I stopped at Goodwill for luck of the draw, scored a small stained glass cluster of grapes for $1.79 that matches my dining room. When I was leaving, a giant black man, gentle giant, who worked there was leaving. He was asking directions how to get to a certain bus stop. It was a mile away, so I said hop in the truck. As I’m taking him to the bus stop, he told me he had to get to the church before it closed to pick up a free MARTA pass he needed to get around for work. It was the last thing I had time for, but I drove him the 20 minutes down to the church. Still pouring rain. When we got there, it wasn’t a church, it was a “ministry,” and it was closed. Well, long story short, I believe the ministry probably is a real ministry, but I also believe this guy played me to get a ride or a donation. I still gave him 40 bucks and dropped him off at the MARTA station.
There are two ways to think about it. You could say the guy played me, and be mad, and never help anyone again. I prefer to think that I like live theater, I realized after the fact that this guy had a great act, I can probably afford the $40 like he can afford $.50, and I did help him out.
30 years ago I would’ve been pretty pissed off, it would have ruined my day, and I’d have probably ruined everyone else’s day. Now I realize, it’s about me and how I conduct myself and how I treat other people, not about why or how they accept it. The only thing I asked this guy, made him promise, was to stop and help someone who might need his help.
OK, shut up Rick, remember the keyboard use rule....
One last thought. I knew it was raining, but when I stepped out the back door and realized it was raining so hard, I almost canceled my errands. That little bit of gas that Jim got in the last 40 miles? That was Him. And He pushed me out the door because this man needed a ride more than I needed to stay dry, although I could have never foreseen that heading out.
It’s not about great works, showcasing at church, grand donations, although that’s always nice. It’s about little things that snowball.
(like how I worked “snow“ back in
)
Worst we had in my 40 in Georgia was eleven days. Solid ice. Ga Power trucks had trouble getting around til it warmed up, but actually did a great job. 2nd worse was 3 days, that’s a vacation. I was almost arrested a few years ago when I replaced the fuse on my neighbors’ and my pole transformer with my own fire stick. I also buried the squirrel....
I joke a lot, but all you folks stuck in this are in my, our prayers. The stories of helping daughters and mothers are expected, but are still inspiring. & you don’t think He is watching, approving, when you DO find gas in that last 40 miles? I’ll bet you’d jump in a second to help a stranger with that last 5 gallons.
A couple days ago we had torrential rain. I ran errands in the F250. I stopped at Goodwill for luck of the draw, scored a small stained glass cluster of grapes for $1.79 that matches my dining room. When I was leaving, a giant black man, gentle giant, who worked there was leaving. He was asking directions how to get to a certain bus stop. It was a mile away, so I said hop in the truck. As I’m taking him to the bus stop, he told me he had to get to the church before it closed to pick up a free MARTA pass he needed to get around for work. It was the last thing I had time for, but I drove him the 20 minutes down to the church. Still pouring rain. When we got there, it wasn’t a church, it was a “ministry,” and it was closed. Well, long story short, I believe the ministry probably is a real ministry, but I also believe this guy played me to get a ride or a donation. I still gave him 40 bucks and dropped him off at the MARTA station.
There are two ways to think about it. You could say the guy played me, and be mad, and never help anyone again. I prefer to think that I like live theater, I realized after the fact that this guy had a great act, I can probably afford the $40 like he can afford $.50, and I did help him out.
30 years ago I would’ve been pretty pissed off, it would have ruined my day, and I’d have probably ruined everyone else’s day. Now I realize, it’s about me and how I conduct myself and how I treat other people, not about why or how they accept it. The only thing I asked this guy, made him promise, was to stop and help someone who might need his help.
OK, shut up Rick, remember the keyboard use rule....
One last thought. I knew it was raining, but when I stepped out the back door and realized it was raining so hard, I almost canceled my errands. That little bit of gas that Jim got in the last 40 miles? That was Him. And He pushed me out the door because this man needed a ride more than I needed to stay dry, although I could have never foreseen that heading out.
It’s not about great works, showcasing at church, grand donations, although that’s always nice. It’s about little things that snowball.
(like how I worked “snow“ back in

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