Can you Drive?
Many years ago, I was walking down the street when I met a brother whose car had stubbornly refused to continue the journey with him. He had been trying all he could to tease it into a start by touching its tender knobs and intestinal wires, his hands greased with frustration. He was glad as I walked up to him. He asked me to take the driver’s seat as he tried one more time to rouse the reluctant engine back to life. I sat in the car, turned on the engine, and it revved into a merry start. The brother was relieved at last and came in to resume his trip, but the engine died as soon as he took over from me. He tried to start the car again, but the engine would not respond to his many pleas. He got out and requested me to I get back into the driver’s seat while he returned to resume his mechanical communications with the adamant engine.

