We’re driving down a two-lane road in West Virginia. We’re tired. We’re grumpy. We’re ready to be home. Then a slow-poke truck pulls in front of us, slowing us down to what feels like a crawl.
Why? Why this truck? Why now?
We notice–because we’re all driving so slowly–the North Dakota license plate. North Dakota! The last plate we need to complete our license plate game that we’ve been playing for almost 2 years! For over 500 days we’ve searched.
Good can come from what blocks our path. Indeed.