Bud handed me the keys, saying that he had promised his daughters he wouldn’t cry. He loved the car because he loved you.
“I think I’ll name the car Sudy, if that’s alright?” I asked.
“I think she would like that.”
Little did I know when I started praying for a car last month that I’d be experiencing a miracle. Let me tell you the story.
I bought a car a year ago. It was what I needed. I’ve poured money into it, hoping and praying that it would get me to my next destination. When it came time for the inspection let’s just say that I couldn’t put another $2000 in. So I turned to prayer.
This summer has taught me to pray. Seeing them answered one by one. So I shared the request. With my church ladies group on Thursday morning and my prayer team at HOPE.
I texted my mechanic in Pittsburgh. They had been my neighbors and sudo uncles during my time in Sewickley. Caring for all my car needs and a friendly wave every morning as I walked to work. I told him what I was looking for and asked him to keep an eye out.
Ladies, find yourself a good mechanic. A week later he responded and said, “I found you one. Call him.” It was a diamond in the rough. Exactly what I had asked for.
I called the number. His response to my greeting question - “I’m getting better day by day!” At 97 years old, that is what I hope for. I think you married a diamond as well. We got to know each other over a few phone calls. My anxiety relieved when he told me he would hold the car and wait for me. He would wait so God could pave the way for the perfect weekend.
I arrived two weeks later fully prepared. My Dad had been my consultant from afar coaching me in car buying. I was ready.
Saturday morning I arrived at your home. Bud handed me the folder with every receipt and detail of car maintenance. Purchase note included. We drove to Herbst to have my adopted uncle take one final look over. Bud stayed in the car for a drive around the block and while it was lifted up. He wasn’t leaving her.
The clock turned and it was decided (Bud decided) that we must go to lunch. He treated me to shrimp at the Edgeworth club that tasted like an adventure and shared the secret wisdom of his age “discipline.”
A quick drive to the local notary where we sat in the office watching Nancy stamp the papers. I had to drive back to town because oops I forgot my license in the other car. Grateful for Bud’s patience. One stamp, two stamp, sign and done.
“Will you give us a ride home in your new car?”
I love her. I love her already. A freshly printed check from the bank leaves my wallet. Memo: Car - Sudy.
Now if only I could find someone to buy my other car… A call from my mechanic.
Uncle: How much do you want for it?
Me: Best offer?
Uncle: I think I found you someone.
Tomorrow I shall drive home. Uncle is going to shine her up a bit and give me some new tires. I have an appointment to sell the car if the deal falls through.
Buckle up Sudy. We are headed to the mountains. I hope you’re ready for adventure and a few more miles.
With love,
Lindsey
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