DAY 144 -- Fine Twined Linen - And Demolition

In reading the Book of Mormon, that phrase about fine twined linen Should be explained to me by some seamstress.  Whether right or not, I figure it means those who are "excited" by the clothes they wear.  I guess people want to show to others the expensive-ness of their clothes, sort of involving pride.  ??

I drive to work about 23 and 1/2 miles each day, one way.  I am sort of in a Monte Carlo every day to and from work.  It is sure interesting to observe the driving habits of many other drivers.  Often I feel that the vehicles people drive could be referred to as Fine Twined Linen.  I mean there is quality, money, and prestige in what they drive. Some times I pass, or I am passed by a driver who just smells of money, the way they are dressed, and especially the Lexus they drive, or whatever other kind of expensive car they drive.

Now I need to repent, for I am judging those and what they drive.  I mean some of them could have been GIVEN that car and they are just driving it to the sales lot to sell so they can give the money to the poor.  Right?  (Tell me where to stand in line.)

Drivers come in all shapes and sizes.  Cars come in all shapes and sizes.  Once I saw two drivers fighting with their cars. One cut the other one off, and then the one tried to ram the other one, going sixty on the freeway, then the other one tried to cut off the first one, and so on.  It was frightening.  Nothing happened, but it was just awful to watch, for I was about three cars behind.  Lucky there was no accident.

Then yesterday there was this car causing traffic problems because he was going the speed limit, about 55.  As I slowed to pass him, I saw his car and it made me smile.  It looked like it had been through a demolition derby where each car tries to ram the other cars in dead-ness, or make them so they could not run any longer.  It looked like there wasn't an undamaged side, front nor back that was not dented, rusted, or hurt.  I was impressed it was going, and even close to the speed limit.

I often wonder if people looking at me, my dents, my bruises, my slowness, approaching the common speed limit whether they smile as they pass me doing whatever I am doing going slower than they are.  In other words, as I passed that car, I started to laugh, for I FELT like that old car, just barely getting along, causing others to wonder how I was still going.  Yes, in a way I have been in a demolition derby but I am still going and will be for quite some time.  There are all kinds of people/cars out still movnig along the freeways of life.  I am one of them.