Today I am thankful for my car. My car is not new, and it is not fancy by today’s standards. And that’s alright with me. You may be thinking to yourself, “is this person for real? Is this person really happy with a car that is not completely up-to-date, toting all of the new bells and whistles? This cannot be true.” But it is true. Would you like to know why? I am thankful for her because she is all mine. (And, yes, my car is a “she”). She faithfully transports me to wherever I want or need to go. She gets good gas mileage and typically only needs to visit with a mechanic for the usual preventative maintenance matters.
There are times, however, when I look around and see the more modern and fancy cars that people whom I know, as well as people whom I do not know, drive, and I think about what it would be like to have my dream car. In my mind I enjoy the feel of the cool fabric of the seats, the beauty of the sleek interior, and the power of the engine as it smoothly propels the car forward. I see how happy I look resting comfortably in the driver’s seat, and I feel the excitement of knowing that the car that I have dreamed of for so long is finally mine.
And then my thoughts return to reality and I see my trusty and faithful companion which I have had for over fifteen years. And then it hits me. This car – the one with over 160,000 miles on it, none of the fancy additions that have become so popular within the past five years or so, and no luxury name to speak of – truly is the car of my dreams. I dream of stability, reliability, efficiency, convenience, comfort, and dependability. She gives me all of these things and more. Sure, she may not deliver them in a fancy package, but she does deliver them with a heart of gold. And in a world where very few people and things prove themselves to be trustworthy, dependable, and reliable, these are characteristics that I find readily in her. So, she may not be my dream car, but she is the car of my dreams. #lovebythedrop
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