My guardian angel

I have a tendancy to drive a little fast, especially if I'm running a little late. Some years ago, I became aware that whenever I was in my biggest hurry I would seem to get stuck behind a slow moving pick up truck. Never the same truck and never the same route, but it never seemed to fail. I would be in a hurry and get stuck driving behind a pick up that took the speed limit sign as suggested speed to approach with caution. That's when I decided that my guardian angel drives a pick up truck. He pulls out in front of me when I'm driving fast to keep me out of harms way. It always reminds me of one of my dad's favorite pieces of driving advice: better to arrive late than to arrive dead. So instead of getting angry now, I slow down and thank God for taking care of me and preventing whatever accident I may miss by driving a little slower.