He knew the exact moment to hit the gas pedal—throwing me back into my seat while the car spun into a donut that felt like it would never end. It was an adrenaline rush, for sure. But that was over fifty years ago. Today, burnout has taken on a very different meaning.

It was a call from dear friends we met more than ten years ago at the very first church Ken and I ever helped build. Hearing their voices again brought back memories of dusty workdays, shared meals, laughter around folding tables, and prayers whispered together in the middle of long days of serving.