I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
Often it’s the really big semi trucks that do this, and their passage shakes me up; every time I feel I’ll be knocked aside like a leaf, totally unnoticed. Frankly, I feel quite frightened to be passed when I could reach out and touch the passing vehicle. (Similar, but more demoralizing, is being passed by other bicyclists. I work hard, but I know my limitations; I ride to commute, not to race, but it still depresses me to have a brightly-colored, narrow-wheeled rider zip by me like riding in that spot is easy. Which it probably is for them.)