So, last night Mike Bickle was speaking down in Atlanta and we wanted to hear him. I had planned to go with a couple from my church, but they called and said they couldn't make it because of sickness in the family.

I had some other friends (three girls) that were going, so I called them up and arranged to go with them. Then, on the way down, we get a flat tire. And guess who is the only person who'd ever changed a flat? Yup, you guessed it. Me. I also wound up being the only person who could get the filling station air compressor to work.

We made it in time to hear the speaker, but only because we'd left an hour and a half early to ensure getting a good seat. (I wound up standing against the side wall.) It was really good, though, so I was happy.