Traffic, Bad Blood, Good News, and Waking Up

sea-of-brake-lightsIf the Lord had not called me to a priest, I would have become a traffic engineer.

I would have worked 80 hours a week, keeping myself awake with cappuccinos and high-protein energy drinks. I would have chained myself to my desk, living on graham crackers, peanut butter, and dried apricots—until I figured something out. I promise I would have.

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