important decisions
Sometimes you are faced with important decisions. Decisions that could have some sort of impact on your life in the future. In these moments you must be decisive and stand by our choices come what may.
Like the time you are driving home to Provo from class in Salt Lake and around the time you are passing Lehi you realize that you have an rather pressing urge to visit the ladies room. Ruling out the option of soiling yourself, you are left with the choice of wasted time or treachery. This is a moment of decision. Do you, even though you really don't want to, stop and visit a gas station, adding to your already lengthy commute when it is the first time in months that you have been released from class early and you just really want to get home? Or, do you, despite your better judgement, start driving a little faster and turn the music up really loud to drown out the increasing pain as you pass exit after exit containing hundreds of toilets that don't belong to you while risking an expensive traffic infraction ticket the receiving of which would delay even further the release of your intestinal tention? Do you, like some, let a mild expletive fly as you run into traffic only a a few miles from home and then quickly repent and say a prayer of comfort and self-control as you endure the tedious 10-mile-an-hour stretch? And do you find that as you approach your driveway everything seems to get more desperate and the final dash leaves you feeling like that was a really close call... too close?
I like to think that I choose treachery every time because I am an adventurous soul with the heart of a pioneer, ready to endure hardship and danger even amidst physical and psychological anguish rather than assuming, like some others might, that I choose treachery because I am reckless.
Like the time you are driving home to Provo from class in Salt Lake and around the time you are passing Lehi you realize that you have an rather pressing urge to visit the ladies room. Ruling out the option of soiling yourself, you are left with the choice of wasted time or treachery. This is a moment of decision. Do you, even though you really don't want to, stop and visit a gas station, adding to your already lengthy commute when it is the first time in months that you have been released from class early and you just really want to get home? Or, do you, despite your better judgement, start driving a little faster and turn the music up really loud to drown out the increasing pain as you pass exit after exit containing hundreds of toilets that don't belong to you while risking an expensive traffic infraction ticket the receiving of which would delay even further the release of your intestinal tention? Do you, like some, let a mild expletive fly as you run into traffic only a a few miles from home and then quickly repent and say a prayer of comfort and self-control as you endure the tedious 10-mile-an-hour stretch? And do you find that as you approach your driveway everything seems to get more desperate and the final dash leaves you feeling like that was a really close call... too close?
I like to think that I choose treachery every time because I am an adventurous soul with the heart of a pioneer, ready to endure hardship and danger even amidst physical and psychological anguish rather than assuming, like some others might, that I choose treachery because I am reckless.
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