Years ago, I was driving on I-68 in southwest Virginia when a lady passed my VW just flying. She had a brand new fancy Ford Thunderbird. She had her foot in the carburetor and she passed me like I was sitting still. On up the road I came around a curve, and this beautiful new Thunderbird was resting against a concrete wall of the bridge. The car was totalled. We helped pull the lady out of the car and she was crying hard. She kept saying, "Why God? Why did you do this to me?"
A man spoke up and said, "God did not
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