The Snows Of Disbelief The Fiction Of Our Times
Carl Edwards was just 25 years old and although he was a young up and coming racer, he wasn't expected to win at Atlanta against the likes of Jimmie Johnson, Jeff Gordon, Tony Stewart and Dale Earnhardt Jr. amongst many other superstars of NASCAR. I like to think I was Carl's good luck charm that day, but it soon became apparent that he didn't need much luck with the amount of talent he had as a driver. My vivid memory of that race goes right to the last lap, and the wild finish. Carl Edwards and Jimmie Johnson were racing to the finish line, side by side with Johnson just slightly ahead in his #48 Chevy. As they approached the finish line, the 2 drivers were bumping into each other's cars, trying to get the other to lose just a little speed, and allow himself to grab the win.
All day, every day. Every time you're on the road, every time you take your car into the shop, every time you step onto a car dealer's lot, you're taking an action that could affect your insurance-and, by default, how construction-proof those auto insurance happen to be.
Have you ever got the strong hunch to call somebody? I remember one instance in particular. I got the hunch to call my maternal grandmother on a Friday. I was rather busy and decided to wait until Monday when I would have more time to talk. She died on Saturday. I always regretted that I did not follow through on that hunch.
Everything changed quickly as Dan Wheldon, at the age of 33, died as a result of injuries sustained in a 15 traffic pile up in the Indy 300 that day in Las Vegas. He went to work. He never came home.
Because you don't want to have to pay any more for your insurance coverage than you absolutely have to. Because road construction is a fact of life, and the last thing you want is to become a victim. Because you deserve better than to pay through the nose for an accident that isn't really your fault. There are hundreds of reasons why, but they all boil down to the same irrefutable fact-anything you do to keep your auto insurance as low as possible can only be of the good.
My father was driving on the highway through a construction zone. click here was going relatively slowly, and so he was following the car in front of him rather closely. I happened to be on the phone with my mother, who was in the passenger seat, and she was warning him to slow down. Before I knew it, I was hearing the sound of my parents getting into a fender bender - they had hit their brakes in time to avoid the suddenly-stopped car in front of them. However, the driver behind them had not been so careful. He struck my parents' vehicle from behind, thereby pushing them into the stopped vehicle in front of them. A three-car pile-up!
So, you clear all that away and all we are left with is his writing. But even that gets tangled up in the current climate of "oh come on.tell us what really happened!" Fiction itself is now subjected to the same standards as nonfiction. Suspension of belief sounds good, but it really doesn't occur. How does fiction compare to reality is the new standard. Dare to put some poetry in there and people become venomous. So what is the reality of Ernest Hemingway's fiction? What is left that we can say, yes, this actually happened--or is it all just mannered, quaint, stories of the early century.
Have you ever been troubled about some problem? You long to find an answer. Suddenly, a book falls off a shelf or you feel inspired to turn on the television and hear the answer coming from an actor or talk show host or guest or you feel inspired to open a Bible to a certain location or someone walks up to you and says certain words that sound like the answer to your question. You might state, "What a coincidence." In my opinion, there is no such thing as coincidences. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. We may not understand that reason for many days, weeks, months, or years. Eventually, you may realize that God orchestrated things in such a way that you could receive the exact guidance that you needed at the perfect time.
All day, every day. Every time you're on the road, every time you take your car into the shop, every time you step onto a car dealer's lot, you're taking an action that could affect your insurance-and, by default, how construction-proof those auto insurance happen to be.
Have you ever got the strong hunch to call somebody? I remember one instance in particular. I got the hunch to call my maternal grandmother on a Friday. I was rather busy and decided to wait until Monday when I would have more time to talk. She died on Saturday. I always regretted that I did not follow through on that hunch.
Everything changed quickly as Dan Wheldon, at the age of 33, died as a result of injuries sustained in a 15 traffic pile up in the Indy 300 that day in Las Vegas. He went to work. He never came home.
Because you don't want to have to pay any more for your insurance coverage than you absolutely have to. Because road construction is a fact of life, and the last thing you want is to become a victim. Because you deserve better than to pay through the nose for an accident that isn't really your fault. There are hundreds of reasons why, but they all boil down to the same irrefutable fact-anything you do to keep your auto insurance as low as possible can only be of the good.
My father was driving on the highway through a construction zone. click here was going relatively slowly, and so he was following the car in front of him rather closely. I happened to be on the phone with my mother, who was in the passenger seat, and she was warning him to slow down. Before I knew it, I was hearing the sound of my parents getting into a fender bender - they had hit their brakes in time to avoid the suddenly-stopped car in front of them. However, the driver behind them had not been so careful. He struck my parents' vehicle from behind, thereby pushing them into the stopped vehicle in front of them. A three-car pile-up!
So, you clear all that away and all we are left with is his writing. But even that gets tangled up in the current climate of "oh come on.tell us what really happened!" Fiction itself is now subjected to the same standards as nonfiction. Suspension of belief sounds good, but it really doesn't occur. How does fiction compare to reality is the new standard. Dare to put some poetry in there and people become venomous. So what is the reality of Ernest Hemingway's fiction? What is left that we can say, yes, this actually happened--or is it all just mannered, quaint, stories of the early century.
Have you ever been troubled about some problem? You long to find an answer. Suddenly, a book falls off a shelf or you feel inspired to turn on the television and hear the answer coming from an actor or talk show host or guest or you feel inspired to open a Bible to a certain location or someone walks up to you and says certain words that sound like the answer to your question. You might state, "What a coincidence." In my opinion, there is no such thing as coincidences. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. We may not understand that reason for many days, weeks, months, or years. Eventually, you may realize that God orchestrated things in such a way that you could receive the exact guidance that you needed at the perfect time.
