

High BeamsThe girl driving the old blue sedan was a senior at high school. She lived on a farm about eight miles away and used the car to drive back and forth. She had driven into town that night to see a hockey game. Now she was on her way home. As she pulled away from the school, she noticed a red pick-up truck in her rear view mirror. A few minutes later, it was still behind her. "I guess we're going in the same direction," she thought. She began to watch the truck in the mirror. When she changed her speed, the driver of the truck changed his speed. When she passed a car, so did he. Then he turned on his high beams, flooding her car with light. He lHigh Beams
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One Sunday MorningIda always went to the sevon o' clock Sunday morning service at her church. Usually she heard the clangling church bells when she was eating breakfast. But this morning she heard them while she was still in bed. "That means I'm late," she thought. Ida jumped out of bed, quickly dressed and left without eating or looking at a clock. It was dark outside, but it usually was this time of the year. Ida was the only one on the street. The only sounds were her feet on the pavement. "Everybody must already be in church," she thought. Ida took a short cut through the cemetary, then she quietly slipped into church and found a seat. The service haOne Sunday Morning
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