I was reading someone's spiritual memoir. At one point, the fellow referred to driving home on three wheels. Wow! I suddenly realized that I had done that one time. Of course, no one drives home on three wheels after attending church, sacrificing self in service to others, or practicing sobering behavior. In my case, a nice Catholic boy, I had stayed up all night, sipping beer/wine, and writing a "beautiful" love letter to a girl with whom I was smitten. The letter was full of self-pity, as I poured my heart out. At dawn, finished with the letter, I drove to her house and dropped it off at the front door. Then I drove home. I was "sober" of course. Then why did I start to fishtail my car on the highway exit, go through the exit crossway, slam into a high curb, where one tire blew right off the rim, and keep going across a grass field, to finally stop at a fence? With clear thinking of course, I backed up onto the freeway and drove to the next exit and into my carport, on three tires and a rim. The insurance agent asked if I had been drinking, as I was speeding that early hour of the morning. "Of course not," I lied. Well, maybe I was not such a good Catholic boy. I was a newly hired stock broker. The three wheel experience suggested to me, that maybe I had been spared to do something else? At least to ask the question, "What do I want to do with this precious life that I have?" The brokerage business lasted about a year. There are many far better brokers than I ever would be. But I am an Irish story teller, to the chagrin of my sister, Maureen. But sometimes I can make your day, no? So what will you do with this one precious life that you have...today?