The Driver

by Crystalwizard

There once was a man who set out to drive to town. He lived high in the mountains and had to cross many bridges on the way there. As he was going, a huge storm blew in and the rain was so hard that he almost couldn’t see out of the windshield.

However, he had lived in the mountains all his life and knew the roads like the back of his hand, so he fought with the rain, crept down the mountain and made it safely to town.

The storm lasted three days, and the man sought shelter in a motel during that time. When the weather finally cleared, he loaded up his car with provisions and started up the mountain. On the way up, he came across a small, newly erected sign that said ‘Bridge Out Ahead.’

“Nonsense!” the man shouted. “I know that bridge. It’s made of such solid materials that it can’t break. Why, I’ve lived here all my life, I’ve crossed it hundreds of times, I know these roads and this mountain. We’ve had hundreds of storms just as bad as this last. We’ve had hundreds even worse. That bridge has weathered all of them. Stupid road crew must have erected the sign on the wrong road!”

As he was shouting the last words, he rounded a curve and drove right off into a deep chasm. The bridge, indeed, had given way to the storm. As he plummeted to his death, the single thought Emotional belief makes a poor road map went through his mind. But by then it was too late.


Copyright © 2009 by Crystalwizard

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