Good advice sometimes isn’t.

I heard an old story about a couple of fraternity brothers, Sam and John, who were driving back to campus during a terrible snowstorm. Visibility was pretty much nothing. Roads were slick as glass. It was terrible. Sam, the driver, was shaking like the last leaf on a limb, both from the cold and the nerves. Suddenly, a smile crept across his face. “Look, a salt truck. My dad aways said that in a storm like this, you can get behind a salt truck and he’ll lead you home!” So the boys followed the truck. The snow never let up, but the traveling was much better now that the road was being scraped ahead of them. They followed him for a solid hour, hanging on the curves and matching pace. After an hour or so, the truck stopped. The salt truck driver climbed out of the cab and headed back toward the young men. Sam rolled down his window. “Y’all ok?” the driver asked from outside the door. Both Sam and John nodded and Sam repeated the advice his father had given him. The salt truck driver furrowed his brow and nodded. “Well, that’s fine, son. It’ll be another hour and I’ll be done with this parking lot, but then I’m going home. You fellas are welcome to join me if you like.” Sam thanked the driver for his offer and forged back to the main road to try and make it home. My point is this; we can all be misled. And sometimes, while the advice we get is good, it doesn’t apply to every situation. No-one has all the answers. But hopefully, you’ve picked up a few tips walking on this path with me. And you’ll learn your own lessons that you can share as you walk your own. I can’t wait to hear all about your travels as you continue down the path.