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I was so glad when I was able to buy my first new car in 1992. I
had always had to buy cars which were anywhere from eight to twenty-five
years old. Most of them were a ten to fifteen years old...
but mostly around 12-15 years.
I was finally blessed, after twenty-five years of driving and owning a
great variety of vehicles, I was allowed to buy a new car. I had
even had my preferences. I liked the teal green and I liked the
new design on the '92 Pontiac Grand Am. I decided to keep my eyes
open for the car of my dreams. A Teal Grand Am. But what were the
chances that I would get one just like that?
Well, the very evening I had made up my mind to get a new car, I looked
in the car adds. There at the local dealer, was a Grand Am.
I though well, that's OK. It's the car I was wanting.
I drove to the dealer to see what they had. I saw several cars there
that were nice. I asked the salesman about the car in the paper.
We chatted as we walked toward a teal colored Grand Am. I
though, "Pay the man and get it out of here." But he took me to
the Transport Van next to it. Well, I took it for a test drive
because I never drove one of them before.
It was nice, but not what I wanted, and I told him that. He said,
"The only other car your price range is this Grand Am. He pointed
to the teal one.
I thought, "Just give me the keys and let me get it on the road!" But I
was cool. I acted like I didn't care one way or the other.
After driving the car, I bought the teal green Grand Am. I was
quite proud of the car. And the more I heard nice things being
said about it, the more 'proud' I was of it. It was my baby.
I bought the car in November of 1992, and I had gone to Maryland to
bring my son, Joe, and youngest daughter, Robyn, to Arkansas.
The car was only one and one half months old.
On the return trip, we got just 5 miles east of Salem, AR. in the wee
hours of the morning. I was driving my nice new car along when
suddenly, a deer ran onto the highway. It was so sudden that I
could do nothing but hit it.
I was doing about 55 mph when I hit it below the knees. It fell
on the hood and looked at me as it passed by the windshield. It
was like she was thinking, "Why'd you do that?" Up and over the
car it went. "ARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! MY CAR!" I thought.
Then it hit me.... . . .
"LUNCH!!"
I screeched to a halt, jumped out and ran back to see my prize. But
I found one very important factor. I had to find my prize first.
I don't know how it did it, or where it had gotten to, but it was very
gone. My STEAKS were gone.
And in the dark with no flashlight I wasn't going to find them.
The next day, I took the car to the repair shop. The front of the
hood was pressed down where the deer first landed on it. It was
$1,500 damage. And absolutely nothing to show for it...
except for some fur in the hood and grill.
God was showing me the it was He that gave me the car and He can quickly
take it from me if I begin putting it before Him. It was my 'baby'
and I was proud of it.
From that point, I was certain to be thankful for all that I have, since
it was given to me by God. I learned that though the title said 1992,
it was iron, oil and other things gotten from the earth that have been there
for thousands of years. That old and I was making a big deal about it.
Yes, I thank God for all that He's given me... and I don't make
such a big deal anymore about things like this.
We can learn lessons from virtually everything in life. We just have
to keep our eyes open, watch and look for things from which to learn.
Praise be to God.
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