TRUTH . . . BRINGS PATIENCE
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I would need to phone the insurance broker too. Oh my goodness - I'd only had the car a month and they were already involved trying to settle a claim for an incident when I had misjudged my distance and dented the front end coming out of a car park. I realised this was going to ruin my no claims bonus. Thoughts of taking an advanced driver certificate were relegated by about twenty-five years.

Self-pity set in. Maybe I should give up driving? Or emigrate!

'No. I'd just like you to listen to that still small voice whispering that patience is a virtue. I'd like you to stop fretting and fussing, to realise that life can't be rushed. As I said, enjoy your John Williams' music.'

The moral of this story is: Never leave an automatic car with the engine running, it could shudder into gear and take off.

'No it isn't, Maurice! The moral is, "Those who are led by the inner spirit are the (grown up) sons and daughters of God."'

Of course things could have been worse. The car could have hit and injured someone. It was an annoying incident, but not too expensive, except in terms of pride. Quite inexpensive really if it began to teach me to 'slow down, you move too fast' - which, ironically, was a song I was always singing around that time. The advice was further confirmed by a three-year-old little lady in Florida when she said boldly word for word, 'Maurice, you move too fast!'

I always get in line now before purchasing my token and I am slowing down . . . gradually. 'Pace kills, never distance' is a watchword for marathon runners and probably should be for us all.

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