Getting There

This morning I headed out to Hagerstown to connect with my coach. There are times that it seems a month is too short. I spent a week and a half out of the office in the last month, and that'll really chunk away the forward movements of ministry. Leaving little to talk about. Thankfully, this month Patrick's brother is in town, and spent part of the morning talking with us.

The trick was getting there. I left early and got to I-70, but just the time I got on the interstate my gas light came on. I hate that. And I especially hate when it comes on while I'm on the run. At the beginning or end of the trip is not so bad, but when I'm on the run it really bothers me.

So I decided to see how far I could get. I have a digital read-out of how many estimated miles I have left, so I tracked that all the way to 13 miles out of Fredrick. At that point it said I had 28 miles left. I decided not to stop in Fredrick though because I hate that none of the exits are designed to easily get you off and on the highway. Which took me all the way up the Braddock Heights side of the mountains. When I reached the top I reached 00 miles left on my readout and had about 4-5 minutes to get to the Myersville exit. I have always been a believer that the reserve tank is more than enough after 00 to get where you need, but I admit that I was a little nervous this morning.

I did however make it to the gas station and beyond. Which makes this story's ending less exciting than it could have been, but that's not a bad thing probably.

--Ben