One day while I sped across town to meet one of three or four girls I mentored, I felt a sudden, overwhelming, almost debilitating exhaustion. The thought of going home, crawling in bed, and hiding under the covers for the rest of my life was strangely comforting. I wondered if I were having a panic attack.
I held my breath and shifted into second gear so that every ounce of energy left could be directed toward engaging the clutch and whipping my car into a convenience store parking lot. While I prayed for relief from this sudden scare, it occured to me that I should also pray that God would show me exactly what was going on with me. Why was I feeling this way? Did I need medical attention?
A few minutes later when I was well enough to move on, I turned the corner, then slammed on my brakes to avoid a collision with what stood before me. My mouth dropped open as I observed something I had never seen before, nor have I seen since. I saw a broken-down tow truck
being towed . . .
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