That's the one. lmao The mailbox barely has a scratch. The post, however is wrecked! The plow driver must've crapped himself when he hit it. It's like hitting a damn fire hydrant.

Now I need to look more seriously at that idea about using an I-beam as a post.

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.