When I was young, I used to test drive cars and trucks for General Motors on their Desert Proving Ground in Mesa, Arizona. I was a durability driver. My certification was good up to 100 mph, which we often did on the 5-mile circle track. That was cool. But the High-G certification required lots of specialized training.
The High-G training car was a 1969 Pontiac GTO with the strangest hose apparatus you ever saw mounted to the wheels on one side. It was a very old, classic car even when I was there in the 1990s. A legendary car that no one had ever wrecked in all those years of training – the techs bored out the engine block in numerous rebuilds and the management kept it in service because no one in training wanted to be the first to wreck it. But the hard part of the High-G certification test was that at 100 mph on the circle track, the trainer could simulate a blow out in two wheels with a rapid inflate/deflate air tank mounted in the back seat!
Then for those drivers who passed the certification process, they would test cars over 100 mph, riding high in the “glory lane” on the high berm track in test cars outfitted with special safety gear and wigwag head lights so that other drivers would see them in the rear view mirror and drop down a lane to let them pass. Any tests over 150 mph, and the traffic safety crew would shut down the track to all other traffic, bring out an ambulance on standby and then the track was limitless.
I have been thinking about that in recent days. When you drive a car in excess of 100 mph, the telephone poles on the side of the road become a blur. You must focus very intentionally on the road ahead while things in your peripheral vision go unattended. And well, just last week, the Fat Beggars Home for Widows, Orphans, and Sojourners just took on a third foster child.
Yeah, we have THREE NOW!
And they are all in diapers!
I posted a year ago about washing dishes with one hand… (I was such a rookie!) This is getting intense now. Ms. Agent X and I went to a Bible study last weekend with some new friends and took the kids. It lasted until nearly 9 pm on a Saturday night. We were exhausted when our heads finally hit the pillow at about 11:30. We woke up waaaaaay too late to make it to regular Sunday School the next morning, and found we could not get ready in time for worship at all – not even the late service. But there was another home Bible study group Sunday night, so we went to that. And again, we were wasted by bed time that night.
Then Ms. Agent X and I finally had a few minutes to debrief on our experiences a couple days later. I told her I had managed to go out one day to lunch with family and only after we were all sitting down to eat, I realized I had not brushed my own teeth yet that morning! She had realized that she wore a pair of pants to the Saturday night Bible study inside out with the tag hanging out and did not know it until we got home! She caught herself throwing away the laundry and putting the diapers in the washing machine!
We are having a wild time here. And I am just thinking that if any of my readers spend much time in prayer, I hope you will remember the Fat Beggars Home for Widows, Orphans, and Sojourners next time you pray. I hope God hears about us and gives us strength, and any friends we have that could help with that would be deeply appreciated.
Yeah, at these speeds, diapers whiz by like a blur!