My son called me at work yesterday. "Mom, I have really bad news." I hate hearing those words! It scares me. I brace myself AND start a mental list of what may have happened. "mom, I wrecked my car." and then "it's gone, mom. it's gone." (his beloved car is dead) I'm rejoicing in my head that he is alive and not physically harmed, his brother and sister are alive....my parents are alive....my boyfriend is alive....my sisters and their families are alive....weping hasn't been run over.....the house didn't burn down.......the new plumbing didn't explode, no one is pregnant, no one is in jail .....
He bought the car with his hard earned money. He worked on it his senior year, in auto body.....fixed the dents, holes and rust....painted it himself....put on new mirrors....new dash, lights, tires, brakes,exhaust, stereo..........and to boot, he only had liability insurance. He is crushed.
I told him I would help him get a new car, or help him to get this one fixed. He says "No. I"ll rig this car and then work like a dog to get a newer, better car." (bless his heart)
It's times like this I wish I was rich, ya know?
3 comments:
If you were rich, he would have never learned to love the car he just wrecked in the first place. He's learning/has learned to be an independent adult and that is worth more than buying him a million cars.
If it's a VW bug I have some spare parts.
:^D
Glenn,
Everyday for the past several years on my way to work I pass a light blue VW bug. It's parked and has a for sale sign on it. It's one of the old ones, the cute ones. I've always loved them....and everytime i pass it I think about getttting the number and calling about it. Lately when I drive by it I think " Glenn would like this car" and wish you lived closer so you could come look at it..........
My son has his car running again,,replaced the radiator, and some fan. Now he just needs a new hood!
LOL JERRY!
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