I kind of have a morning ritual, (as much as a pastor can). You probably do, too. Coffee, Bible study, brush teeth, shower, get dressed and move through the day. This morning is no different. As I was getting dressed, I picked up an A shirt (wife beater) (lol) and it had a black stain right in the middle of the white shirt. I paused and then smiled, thinking back as to how the stain got there. I will share briefly. Over the years of being a car guy, I have had a lot of spills, explosions, fires and well let’s just call them mishaps. Grinder wheels exploding in my eyes, antifreeze sprayed down my throat, etc. You get the picture. Each one is unique and brings back a scary memory and a smile.