One day on the Carrollton route, we were heading down 166 toward town to pick up.
As we drove the long winding road, there was a bull heading in our direction on our side of the road. He was a fully grown black bull. As we drew nearer to him, Jere slowed the bus down to nearly a stop. I jumped into the stair well and opened the door.
At this time, my brother in law and sister in law, Matt and Stephanie were working on the route with us. When I opened the door, Stephanie came unglued. She started yelling at me, “Close the door! Close the door! We don’t want him to get in!”
Jere and I looked at each other and laughed and laughed. This bull was so big, there was no possible way it could have fit through that door. Not to mention that we were still moving and he was still moving in the opposite direction. She was still terrified.
We never saw him again.
That’s the way irrational fear works. We see something in the distance that might be a problem. Emotion kicks in before we can think. Our panic causes us to take measures that are unnecessary. Instead of enjoying the ride, we allow Satan to steal our joy.
And that’s no bull.
Joel Stiff's Adventure 