I know all about the first three. Not so much the fourth.
“April 5, 2012, 9:27 a.m. I was putting the pedal to the metal down old I-75 trying to get to work so the Slave Driver at the University wouldn’t try and fire me again and God said, ‘SLOW DOWN, BOB.’ Sure enough, there was a copper just waiting by the side of the road to pull me over."
I don't believe in God anymore, but it sure would be nice to have someone to pray to when my random worries start getting out of control.
I pray most days. In my life as a young NYC media professional, I may be in the minority, but in America, I am not.

Sep 23, 2011 at 3:00pm | 0 comments