Hi everyone!
I think that my car must have its own set of angels. The reason why I say this is that anything bad that's ever happened to that car has happened when I was either really close to home, or around people who are so very helpful.
I've always been "lucky" when it came to automobiles. The first car that I ever owned was an old Ford Escort station wagon/hatchback christened Moon Child (for the curious, there are early pictures of Moon Child on my website). Moon Child was a good car that was held together by bumper stickers and duct tape. I didn't have many problems with that car except for the fact that the check engine light was permanentaly lit and it started stalling at every light at the end of its life. The times that I did have something major, like flat tires...I was at my parents' house...which was a blessing because that meant that it was no hassle to get fixed. One time I ran out of gas because that car had a trick gas guage that read a quarter full when it was really nearly empty...anyways to make a long story short, I ended up on an air force base and a lady helped me get some gas.
I now have a car which I christened "Little Flower" after Saint Therese. This car, too, is laden with bumper stickers because I'm a bumper sticker fanatic. (My stickers are religious in nature).
Yesterday Little Flower blew out a tire while I was driving home from work. I was only a few blocks from home, so I drove it the rest of the way on the rim. The part of town that I live in is not somewhere you'd want to be stuck with a disabled vehicle. God is soooo good to me! I made it home in one piece...the car made it home in one piece as well.
I've had near collisions in my car and I swear that there must be angels watching over me.
Peace,
Anne
