This is a funny story about myself and a great metaphor about life.

Years ago, more then I care to remember, I was living in a very rural area of Arkansas. To drive from where I lived into the nearest town I had to drive across a low bridge that spanned about a mile of lake.

This particular morning there was a heavy fog; so heavy that I could barely see beyond the hood of my car. Why I felt compelled to drive in such dense fog I don’t remember, but I did. I drove along very slowly hoping that the sun would come out and dry up the fog before too long. After about a half an hour of this tedious driving I new I was coming close to the bridge and thinking that perhaps it would be better to turn and go home as I suspected the fog even denser over the lake. Then a car came up rather quickly behind me and passed me, then another and another. Whoa! They must be crazy to drive like that in this fog…I still was unable to see much futher then the hood of my car. I pulled over and decided to wait fot the fog to lift, especially since I seemed the only one being cautious. Here’s where the metaphor comes in….ready?

When I pulled over I rolled down the window to see just how bad the fog was only to find that the sun was full ablaze and there was no fog except that which was trapped in my car! How often do we get caught in our own little world and cannot see beyond our own beliefs and our own ego centered self simply because of the fog that resides in our own mind? Something to ponder…

Blessings and Love, Judee