tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442141269439893971.post4020577259760570237..comments2023-09-18T11:23:55.075-04:00Comments on I Wish I was More Like Jesus: SouthMadeleinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10109827036195398138noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442141269439893971.post-88147168258957500212009-05-18T19:32:00.000-04:002009-05-18T19:32:00.000-04:00So, I did read your entire post. However, I could...So, I did read your entire post. However, I could not get past the bridge part. I, too, am terrified of bridges like that and am also claustrophobic. I know that bridge - The Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnel? I literally had a panic attack when we went over/under that thing and we chose to take the ferry back. I HATED IT. I'm so glad you survived it and had a good trip.<br /><br />The pay phone incident cracked me up by the way.Genahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05881221214286010482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442141269439893971.post-14205813664578934652009-05-17T20:30:00.000-04:002009-05-17T20:30:00.000-04:00It does always amaze me that someone who seems so ...It does always amaze me that someone who seems so far away is reachable with a day of driving. And the world is so much smaller than it used to be, with email and facebook and cellphones and blogs. <br /><br />And did I ever tell you I have a pathological fear of bridges. I too, cannot navigate a bridge like that one without a pretty decent panic attack. Oh, my. There is one HUGE HIGH bride in Jacksonville that does me in. And going to Key West is NO FUN at all. A seven mile bridge. Seven miles is a length that should not be over water. <br /><br />Ahem.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09140530325649071135noreply@blogger.com