Fastball or Curveball?

In this world of uncertainties, life is like baseball. You never know what kind of ball the pitcher will throw at you. We can only take our chances and swing the bat. If we choose not to even try, "3 strikes" and you're out!

Simply put, if we run away from life, we won't know what hit us. But if we stand and face our trials and tribulations, we will be ready for whatever life throws at us.

There will always be someone who is ready to give help. But every so often they wouldn't know when it is needed. Sometimes, you just have to ask.

Ask, and it shall be given you;
seek, and ye shall find;
knock, and it shall be opened unto you:
For every one that asketh receiveth;
and he that seeketh findeth;
and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.

-- Matthew 7:7

Ye lust, and have not;
ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot obtain;
ye fight and war, yet ye have not,
because ye ask not.

--James 4:2

Jerks on the road

Warning, excessive vulgar language follows.

Don't you hate it when someone blocks your view at cinemas, concerts, etc.? How about at an intersection, when you can't see traffic from the left? Not so much of a problem when the cause is a small vehicle. But it becomes a bloody deathmatch when its a tall big ass vehicle, say an SUV or van. Now, I don't know about you, but speaking from experience, its fucking suicide to commit to making the turn when you can't see if there is oncoming traffic. Most big vehicle drivers (hereby asexually referenced to as dicks) drive like they own the road. Its bad enough that big vehicles (hereby referred to as penis(es)) are not see-through. Its especially bad when you edge forward a little to see more of the road and the dick does the same, blocking your view even more. But there is little more you can do, short of stepping out of your car and laying the fucking smackdown on the fucking dick and his fucking penis with a stick or rock or whatever removable object you can find at the time. Jerk!

Lets move on now to cyclists. Now, cyclists generaly are nice road people, at the mercy of penises. But they are a menace to pedestrians when they cycle on the pedestrian walk-way. I almost got killed once by a speeding cyclist riding on the pedestrian walk-way. Fucking hell! You fucking cyclists have your own reserved cycle lane. Fucking use it! A pedestrian walk-way is called a PEDESTRIAN fucking walk-way for a fucking reason. Respect that assholes!

On to pedestrians. When you cross the road, please cross at the traffic lights or zebra crossings or pedestrian crossings, or whatever they are now called. You put yourself at risk when you jay-walk* (jay-walking is illegal by the way). Yet I, as a motor vehicle driver, am expected to respect your right to cross the road, for fear of getting in trouble with the law should I 'accidentally' run you over, turn around and run you over again. Time and again we get news reports of pedestrians getting run over. But is it really always the driver's fault?

*jay·walk

intr.v. jay·walked, jay·walk·ing, jay·walks

To cross a street illegally or in a reckless manner.

-- thefreedictionary.com