John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

Sometimes, deaf as I am, I hear the clicking of my turn signals
when I’m stuck at a red light.
Depending on the mood I’m in, they say various things.
If I’m in a hurry, I hear: “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”
If I just made a mistake, it’s: “Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up.”
After some minor injustice against me, I hear: “Why me, why me, why me.”
For some reason, I’ve yet to hear: “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”