The title of my new book is “A False Start.” The title fit my story perfectly. As each day passes, I’m realizing that it also fits a lot of things around me. Like the snowstorm in Atlanta yesterday. It has happened again! Only this time in epic proportions. Yesterday at around 12:30 p.m., people all over the metropolitan Atlanta area decided to make false starts. To get in their cars and drive to who knows where, while it began to snow harder. By 1:00 p.m. traffic was at a standstill. Some schools began dismissing students, so school busses were added to the fray. Meanwhile, the snow on the streets was swiftly turning to ice. Businesses began allowing employees to leave. By 3:00 p.m. the interstate highways were turning into parking lots, and all of the snow equipment purchased by the city of Atlanta after the debacle in 2011 was in absentia. And by 11:30 p.m. my son was still in his truck trying to get home after having left work at 2:30 p.m. He made it by the grace of God after tackling an icy, curved road with one goal in mind: nonstop driving until he reached home. A lot of people did not make it home. They spent the night with relatives, friends, strangers, and in their vehicles. Some spent the night as well as all day at school. And the weather report predicted the storm. We were warned. Like I said a lot of people made a false start. And many of their cars are still on the roads waiting to come home.