Many, many moons ago, I had a run-in (Ha! Literally!) with a horse named Joe. He was a paint, which should have been my first clue never to ride him, considering my history with such horses. (Ah, Patches.) Back to Joe... upon being startled, Joe took off, jolting me from my securely seated position, forcing me to hold on for dear life, by the least stable means possible, lest I fall off and be trampled. (That is a run-on, for sure, but it just seems right. Sorry.) I remember thinking, "If I can just hold on, he'll eventually have to stop. Just hold on!"
Such is life now.
Eventually, we reached the barnyard and Joe came to an abrupt halt. I shakily dismounted and ran away crying... never to ride him again.
With God, our present story will have a different ending!
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