- I have lumps and dents and scratches in my finish, and my paint job is getting a little dull - but that's not the worst of it.
- My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as sleek as a little MG - now they look more like my mom's old Buick.
- My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging.
- Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Ben & Jerry's opened a shop in my neighbourhood.
- Air bags? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my eyes. Not counting the saddlebags, of course.
- I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places and seen many things, but when is the last time an appraiser factored life experiences against depreciation?
- My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up close.
- My reaction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather.
- My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins. It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
- I'm burning fuel at an inefficient rate. But here's the worst of it: almost every time I sneeze, cough or sputter, I leak fluids. I'm so ready for a trade in! Anyone know where I can get a good deal?
Welcome to the blog of Pastor Alton Stone, from Simpsonville, SC. Pastor Stone is a retired Ordained Bishop of The Church of God, Cleveland, Tennessee with over 45 years of pastoral ministry.
Saturday, May 14, 2016
If My Body Were A Car
If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading it in for a newer model . . .
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