Prayers piglet. And you want a story, you might be sorry.
Soon after I got my savage, I was coming home from the hospital in Greenville, about 35 miles one way. It was a beautiful. Bluebird kind of day and I was riding a motorcycle, what could be better? Anyway, I had not had the bike long, so I was just putting along, checking things out, waving to the people in cars that passed and so forth.
I noticed it seems like everyone was really interested in me, looking, waving and so forth. I was thinking, “I am looking good on this bike.” I looked down and my shirt had blown up over my belly. So, I just reached down, pulled the shirt over and kept on riding. Well, the shirt promptly blew up again.
So, I just kept riding and waving, my big ole belly shining. Kids would point, wave, laugh and then mom and dad would look. Kind of gave a new meaning to the term fat boy.
Sorry, but you asked. Proverbs 17:22, “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.”