So I just finished reading this book. I did enjoy it. But that is not why I am wrighting this........there is an awesome opening to a Chapter that really did it for me. So I am going to try and re:type it.....most likly butchering it along the was in a vocbulary spelling sense......but. I'll do my best. Copy-wrighting is hard for me.
"I consider myself to be enormously gifted with good fortune, but accidents do happen. Annually in this nation, approximately sixteen thousand people are murdered. During the same period of time, approximately forty-three thousand die in motor-vehicle accidents.
Every time I operate a motor vehicle, all of what I treasure can be taken. Stolen in an instant without due process. When you're aboard a motor vehicle, death passes within a finger's length every few moments. Anytime a vehicle passes mine in the oncoming lanes, I could be subjected to torture more violent and painful than anything the world's dictators would ever stoop to inflict. Perhaps another driver has eaten nothing but hamburgers his entire life, and as his car approaches mine on the freeway, his clogged heart fails. Blind with pain, he clutches his seizing chest. His automobile veers to one side, colloding with mine, and forcing me into another car, a gasoline tanker truck, a guardrail, over a cliff.
"Despite my lifetime of declining rich desserts, my evenings spent jogging, regardless of all my careful moderation and self-discipline–I'm trapped, wadded inside a shell of steel and aluminum. My body, violated in countless placed by fragments of broken glass. My low-cholesterol blood rushes to abandon me in hot, leaping spurts.
Despite all my care, the heart-attack victim and I will both be just as dead."
-RANT (pg 171)
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