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− | <br /><br /> | + | Like Albert Einstein says, we use less than 10% of our brainpower. That other 90% that we rarely tap into will alert you to the veracity of anybody's words. You are your own master teacher.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All day, every day. Every time you're on the road, every time you take your car into the shop, every time you step onto a car dealer's lot, you're taking an action that could affect your insurance-and, by default, how construction-proof those auto insurance happen to be.<br /><br />The other notable hole on the front is the par five eighth hole, another true three-shot five. Despite an expansive look of things off the tee, the landing area is relatively tight. Anything right is forest-bound; anything left is wet. A big tree between almost any approach and the green requires a layup, leaving a third shot over a creek and onto a friendly green. Hansard and I reversed roles this time, as he went swimming and I pulled one into the woods. Another round of bogeys. After a full tour of number nine that added up to a quad bogey for Hansard, I made the turn three strokes to the good at seven over. Not my best effort, but not my worst either.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I sat and waited. It was all I could do. The snow slowly covered the car and I sat with Ernest Hemingway's bed on the side of a road. That weekend the worst blizzard in twenty years hit the Midwest. Fifteen people died and there was a hundred traffic pile up on the expressway. Indiana was declared a disaster area and Chicago nearly had to shut down. It took me two days to get home.<br /><br />First and foremost, consider signing up for a driver improvement program. Oh, we're not saying there's anything wrong with the way you're driving right now. It's just that insurance companies are all about the math. If you're in an accident, manage to pick up a speeding ticket or get busted for some other form of moving violation, there are going to be negative points on your license.<br /><br />My father was driving on the highway through a construction zone. Traffic was going relatively slowly, and so he was following the car in front of him rather closely. I happened to be on the phone with my mother, who was in the passenger seat, and she was warning him to slow down. Before I knew it, I was hearing the sound of my parents getting into a fender bender - they had hit their brakes in time to avoid the suddenly-stopped car in front of them. However, the driver behind them had not been so careful. He struck my parents' vehicle from behind, thereby pushing them into the stopped vehicle in front of them. A three-car pile-up!<br /><br />I allowed my arm to totally relax. I felt a force move my hand over to the pad of paper. I picked up the pen and allowed my hand to begin to write. At that time, I mostly printed and hardly ever did cursive writing. Cursive writing was something that I was not very good at. I asked the question, "Is somebody there?" My hand wrote, "Yes." I asked the spirit to identify itself. It provided me with a name. I proceeded to ask it all kinds of questions. I noticed that it wrote using small cursive letters dissimilar to any way I had ever written before. It was not my normal handwriting. The whole time it wrote through me, I felt a strong tingling in that right hand.<br /><br />A friend was once texting while behind the wheel of his girlfriend's car. He pulled up to an intersection, glanced quickly up from his phone, looked back down to finish his text, and pulled forward. [https://insotay.vn/ https://insotay.vn/] distracted brain had failed to notice another driver at the intersection who had the right of way, and the two pulled away from their stop signs at the same time. The result? A ticket, a wrecked car, and a very upset girlfriend! |
Revision as of 04:53, 28 February 2020
Like Albert Einstein says, we use less than 10% of our brainpower. That other 90% that we rarely tap into will alert you to the veracity of anybody's words. You are your own master teacher.
All day, every day. Every time you're on the road, every time you take your car into the shop, every time you step onto a car dealer's lot, you're taking an action that could affect your insurance-and, by default, how construction-proof those auto insurance happen to be.
The other notable hole on the front is the par five eighth hole, another true three-shot five. Despite an expansive look of things off the tee, the landing area is relatively tight. Anything right is forest-bound; anything left is wet. A big tree between almost any approach and the green requires a layup, leaving a third shot over a creek and onto a friendly green. Hansard and I reversed roles this time, as he went swimming and I pulled one into the woods. Another round of bogeys. After a full tour of number nine that added up to a quad bogey for Hansard, I made the turn three strokes to the good at seven over. Not my best effort, but not my worst either.
I sat and waited. It was all I could do. The snow slowly covered the car and I sat with Ernest Hemingway's bed on the side of a road. That weekend the worst blizzard in twenty years hit the Midwest. Fifteen people died and there was a hundred traffic pile up on the expressway. Indiana was declared a disaster area and Chicago nearly had to shut down. It took me two days to get home.
First and foremost, consider signing up for a driver improvement program. Oh, we're not saying there's anything wrong with the way you're driving right now. It's just that insurance companies are all about the math. If you're in an accident, manage to pick up a speeding ticket or get busted for some other form of moving violation, there are going to be negative points on your license.
My father was driving on the highway through a construction zone. Traffic was going relatively slowly, and so he was following the car in front of him rather closely. I happened to be on the phone with my mother, who was in the passenger seat, and she was warning him to slow down. Before I knew it, I was hearing the sound of my parents getting into a fender bender - they had hit their brakes in time to avoid the suddenly-stopped car in front of them. However, the driver behind them had not been so careful. He struck my parents' vehicle from behind, thereby pushing them into the stopped vehicle in front of them. A three-car pile-up!
I allowed my arm to totally relax. I felt a force move my hand over to the pad of paper. I picked up the pen and allowed my hand to begin to write. At that time, I mostly printed and hardly ever did cursive writing. Cursive writing was something that I was not very good at. I asked the question, "Is somebody there?" My hand wrote, "Yes." I asked the spirit to identify itself. It provided me with a name. I proceeded to ask it all kinds of questions. I noticed that it wrote using small cursive letters dissimilar to any way I had ever written before. It was not my normal handwriting. The whole time it wrote through me, I felt a strong tingling in that right hand.
A friend was once texting while behind the wheel of his girlfriend's car. He pulled up to an intersection, glanced quickly up from his phone, looked back down to finish his text, and pulled forward. https://insotay.vn/ distracted brain had failed to notice another driver at the intersection who had the right of way, and the two pulled away from their stop signs at the same time. The result? A ticket, a wrecked car, and a very upset girlfriend!