Well our morning started out slow and uneventful. There were cars flying past us with total disregard for the vehicles in the other lane.
Around 4pm I entered St Johns County, which is my old stomping ground from my firefighting days. We received a police escort the final 21 miles to our hotel. We were within a half a mile of the hotel when the third chair started flashing that I had a low battery. I barely coasted into the parking lot of the hotel where I was surprised to see a former coworker and dear friend there to welcome me.
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Congratulations my friend,
wish I was there. You and your crew are in my prayers.
Walking by faith
Michael
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