I had another birthday last week. They seem to show up more quickly every year now. When I look in the mirror, I still see a 30-year-old man — but I wonder what others see.
For at least 10 years now — maybe 20 — I’ve had a list of things I need to change to make my life what I want it to be. I’ve made a lot of excuses about why I haven’t made those changes. Some of the excuses are pretty decent — even reasonable — but others are just self-indulgent whining.
I’m not yet where I want to be. I’m not yet who I want to be. And there’s a part of me which keeps telling me the lie that I still have forever to make those changes.
As I drove home from dinner Saturday night, I was almost hit by a speeding car which was running from a police car that was right behind it. I was on a four-lane highway which has a turn lane in the middle. I was stopped in the turn lane and was moments from darting to the left through an opening in traffic.
As I was about to accelerate into my left turn, I saw blue lights in my rear-view mirror — and then I realized the police car was chasing someone who was speeding directly toward me. I realized in horror that there was no way either of the cars could possibly stop.
They were about to hit me — and I thought I was about to die.

Coming economic hardship may help me understand Aunt Bessie
I like Ron Paul, but he’s not winning (and I don’t believe in the system)
Loss of respect for truth leads to remorseless liar’s excuses
Money can’t buy happiness, but poverty can make you miserable
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Tommy, who needs a home before winter
Socialists miss simple truth that serving others will create wealth
Friend’s happy family and career remind me how good life can be
Life choices: What’s important enough to spend your life doing?