Keeping this short today. Do you remember when a young black boxer made records that had everyone rooting for him? I wasn’t a boxing fan and this man was younger that I was. His charisma lasted until his death this past weekend. Does anyone remember what he did when the draft called on him to fight?
Just for fun, share two facts about him.
From Of Mountains and Mysteries, just barely birthed!
Jamie has just turned 18. She lives in the North Georgia Mountains and drives beat up old truck she starts with a screw driver.
Over the noise of the wind blowing in her windows and her radio she caught a deep horn blast behind her. A glance in her rear-view mirror made her heart stop. Crap! A big rig loomed so close to her tailgate she could almost feel it pushing her. She jerked the steering wheel to the right and tried to pull onto the shoulder. What shoulder? She couldn’t see anything past the guardrail but a sheer drop. Yanking the wheel to the left put her back in the path of the truck and then in the wrong lane. Thank God there was no one coming. The wind from the eighteen wheeler shook her heavy duty truck as it barreled past her.
As soon as she saw the back of the vehicle that could have smashed into her and pushed her off the mountain she spotted a car coming toward her. Oh, God! A yank on the wheel sent her back into her lane and so far right her tires threw gravel and she’d have sworn they rolled on air. She knew how to compensate on ice but not when she had only two tires on the road and two in air. Should she have stayed where she was? Was she gonna die because she decided to get away for a while?