Butt Prints in the Sand
You’ve most likely read Footprints in the Sand. Here’s a different version, via Fully Devoted.
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
but mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord,
“What have we here?”
Those prints are large and round and neat,
but Lord, they are too big for yours or my feet.
My child, He said in somber tone,
For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you, on your butt.
Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight and one must climb.
When one must rise and one must stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand.Author: Unknown
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Still remember you emailing me about Car-Part's website.
never flown?! that blows me away! typo in the 'caliper'. 
Hey Chris, thanks for the email. Everything was okay down here. I actually left Houston on Thursday to go to Austin for the Austin City Limits Music Festival–it took me 15 hours to get there since the roads were so crazy. Lindsey flew down and it was awesome–even though on Sunday it was 108 degrees. My parents stayed in Tomball to brave the storm, but they only had strong winds so all was okay. They lost power and apparently I did, too. My apartment smells like spoiled food. But Houston didn’t get the worst of it and we were lucky. So my thoughts and prayers go out to those who lost more in the storm than just ice cream and milk.
This made me laugh, but it’s also very very true.
Glad to hear that you’re okay, Jen, and that you were able to enjoy the festival!