A man walks down the hustling streets where the crowds begin too flow. He steps off the curb out of the way before a bus comes storming down the crowded road now full of cars, and buses. The man hears a train from the distance; The man startes humming the sounds that the train as it gets ever so near. The man sees the place too which he calls work, and procedes too go too the only place too which he knows he can leave such an awful crowded place. He now lives in the city too which he never was used too he prefered the country too which he could run, and play, and hear no noise. But as the city grew it over too his once happy place, and now he must get used too living in such a deary place. He comes too work all sadden by his grief that he never understands why everyone is in such a rush, but he can never stop too enjoy the city life cause everyone is in such a rush. Just as the man enters the establishment he calls his second home a screaming car pouring out white smoke from it's rear tires blows his horn, and the man driving the car makes an awful jist cause another man whom wasn't paying attention just crossed in his path. The man whom is now at his work shakes his head not in confussion of what's going on, but in annoyance cause everyone is in such a rush. The man stops get's down on his knees, and thanks God that he is hear in one piece too start his day, and prays that he might someday avoid the rush, but the man thankful that Christmas is almost near, and at the sametime is frightful cause it's near. The man bends down with this little prayer.

Dear God thank you for all of done.
Thank you for all you have ever done.
Thank you for creating hospitals, fireman, policeman.
Thank you for giving me such a grateful job.
But Lord if there is one thing I ask in return for all you have ever done.
May you look upon mankind and give them the courage, strength, and hope that one day Lord that they might calm down.
Lord as we all know Road Rage can Kill.

AMEN