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Well, I guess that the fates decided that I was not supposed to go to West Virginia for the funeral.  When I went out to my car this morning, I had an almost flat tire.  I got it inflated, and it seemed to be holding air for the time being.  (I have a portable air compressor in my car, which I highly recommend as a good thing to have in a car.)  I went in to work, still thinking that if I left early, I could get my tire fixed and get on the road.  Well, I left early, but I went 3 different places to get my tire fixed and none of them had my type of tire in stock.  How is that possible?  I don't have specialty tires, just plain tires for a Honda Civic.  When I called my father's house and told them what happened and that I would be delayed because of that, my step mother told me, "Lisa, that is the Lord's way of telling you to stay home.  Listen to him."  She knew that I had been conflicted all along, and she firmly believes that God meant for me to not drive up for the funeral.  I know that no one has hard feelings about me not being able to make it.  I wish that I could do it, but God, the fates, or plain rotten luck has made my decision for me.