So instead of counting sheep to fall back asleep, I started trying to decide which kind of athlete I'd rather be:
1. Downhill Skier

2. Jai alai pelotare

3. Formula 1 Race Car Driver

How can it be that you, my king, would die for me? -Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. - But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. - Whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.