I gripped the steering wheel of my vehicle as I flew down the highway. Mile after mile of gray wooden fence posts supporting
strands of barbed wire flashed past. The road wound through large ranches with cattle grazing in the grassy meadows. The scenery looked peaceful, but I wasn’t. I churned like a volcano ready to erupt.
I’d been involved in a situation where I’d been repeatedly wronged and was driving to calm down. I shook my head and raised my voice. “But, God, I...” On and on I ranted about my upsetting
situation and then I slapped the steering wheel and yelled, “I’m finished!”