It’s God’s car. I have to keep telling myself that. I still remember to this day my dad telling me that on the day that I bought her. Kate, it’s God’s car, so whatever happens to her, is his allowing. It’s His.
My beloved Blueberry had her side window bashed in this weekend in front of my apartment. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to hurt her except I know that there are thugs and thieves that live among us. Missing from her was her brand new stereo and my beloved iPod.
I cried, I must admit, when I saw all the glass inside my car with my favorite contents missing. It still angers me. So far, there is over 1k worth of damage to my vehicle including the window and the console/dashboard that they so carefully tore up. These thugs were pros! I am thankful that I didn’t have more damage to her, but still, the thought of someone taking my hard earned possesions and violating my items just angers me.
Within 2 hours of discovering her all beaten up, my window was replaced and my car was looking somewhat better. I am quite thankful for the insurance company I have, as they have been quite easy to deal with. I am still waiting for all the estimates to be filed so that I can get her back to normal.
Every time we go for a drive, I first get angry all over again, but then I break out in laughter at how much I take for granted all the extras that I have been given. As a product of Gen Y or “It’s all about me”, technology and gadgets are apart of my everyday life. So driving around with my airvents all jacked up and falling to the floorboard with no music, has got me laughing. It’s all I can do.
The words of my dad still echo in my head…it’s God’s car.
I just have a hard time letting her go sometimes.
