Life resembles rush hour traffic sometimes, different people all rushing toward something or someplace. Encased in the vehicle of our lives and focused on the destination we’re trying to reach, we’re aware there are others on the road with us, but only to the degree that keeps us from running into them.

The cars all look different, but their functions are primarily the same, carrying us from point A and delivering us to point B. Not once do our cars expect us to verbally praise or thank them. As long as... (Continued)