One of our many benefits of working for the city is that while driving our truck a city
officer can’t ticket us. This has lead to many driving
adventures. But neighboring city rivalries threaten our safety if we were to
ever cross the border. Our poor Hank cannot even out drive a bicycle cop. One
day we were swept into rushing traffic, unable to turn around due to the length
of the trash trailer, we forced out of our city boundaries and into the unknown.
We were no longer safe. Immediate fear befell all in the truck, even Hank
began to quiver. Rachel, recognizing our only option drove towards a steeple.
Knowing it was our only chance for survival we pulled into the church parking
lot as Rachel cried “Sanctuary! Sanctuary! Sanctuary!” (see time 2:55 )
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