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May 2015
"Being 18, free and driving the highway is a
young mans dream.
Mine came true with the wind through my hair
without a single care, and the smell of the beach in the air.
Just down the road stood a man with his hand held high.
The Hitchhiker was in the place of me. Should i
drive by?
I came to a stop, i let him in thinking of how it used to be.
I asked, "Where you headed."? He replied, "To the church just before
you reach the sea."
I hadn't a problem until his question arose. "Do you know Jesus."?
That's as far as the ride will go.
I pulled over, and demanded him to get out.
He looked at me with a smile, and for years i never new what
that was about.
Now that my years have passed, and the Lord is in my life.
There was a day that my car broke down, and i now stood in the
road with my hand in the air.
A car pulled up, i hopped in and said"God Bless You" he replied, "Please
don't go there." so i just gave him a smile.
That was when i realized the Hitchhiker's smile.
It was a silent prayer."....
Micahel De Tomasso
Written by
Micahel De Tomasso  Lewisville, Texas
(Lewisville, Texas)   
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