It was another 5 am wake up call. We spent time reading our Bible and praying and then prepared to head to the gym before the demands of the day quickly hit. After our devotional time, we started out the day as usual with our morning routine of filling water bottles, taking vitamins, and grabbing our earphones and gym bag. Then, it was off to the gym—same road, around the same time as most other mornings. We really are getting to be creatures of habit as we get older.
As we were cruisin’ down the County Road about 50 mph, we noticed police lights and unusual activity revolving around a pickup truck ahead. We slowed down to change lanes, cross the double yellow line, and drive around the man-made barricade.
Though the sun was barely up, someone was having a very bad day already. A man in his work truck had left his tailgate down and dropped multiple boxes and loads of angled-strip, framing nails for a nail gun. It looked like a construction site in the middle of the road. There were thousands of nails scattered everywhere.
I was so thankful the man realized the load had fallen out of the truck and that he stopped and turned around to pick up the sharp, metal nails that would have done some serious damage to all four of our tires. The police officer was helping to slow traffic and re-route vehicles around the truck to bypass the unintentional, spike-strip barricade.
