Yesterday I was chatting with a friend who works for a NASCAR race team. We were talking about his job for the team. During a race he’s monitoring track temperatures, tire pressure, track bar adjustments, and other driver’s pit stops. I’ve been out there with him in the pits. He and I know that his car is set up better than Carl Edwards, and yet Carl wins?

“Regardless of how well a car is set up, it really comes down to the driver,” my friend says.

I was thinking of my life in relationship to a “well set up” NASCAR car and came across this:

Here’s who you are, “Two cells now united in a miracle. Two cells, each containing twenty-three chromosomes and within each chromosome hundreds of genes, which would govern every characteristic about you, from the color of your eyes to the charm of your manner, to the size of your brain. With all the combinations….God could have created three hundred thousand billion humans, each different from each other. But who did He bring forth?” (From Og Mandino’s, “The Greatest Miracle in the World”)

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