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Escalators never break down. When they quit, they become stairs.
Not long ago, I was traveling in a strange town when I had a flat tire. I knew it was flat because the low tire light was flashing on the dash - then it started beeping at me. I breathed a prayer asking God for help and limped into a gas station where I aired it up. I couldn’t hear any hissing noise so I decided to travel on. A short while later, the light came on again. I pulled over into a parking lot and decided God had provided me with a smart phone so I should use it. I asked Siri where the nearest tire repair shop was. Back...
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