I Didn’t Know I Loved It That Much (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 17 2024	Views/Reads: 19/4	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I am committed to thanking God for everyone in my life while I can still do it.

One important thing I have learned is that you don't appreciate
something until it's missing. I've learned that by many things that I 
just took for granted. 

Last week, for example, I had some problems with my truck, so I had to
take it in for service. It took longer than I had expected, but that's 
how life is. 

I had a doctor's appointment across town that day, and I wasn't
expecting my truck to be unavailable. I knew I would have to make 
different arrangements. 

I had two choices. First, I could cancel my doctor's appointment, but
you know how that can be trying to reschedule the next appointment. 
Second, I could ask The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage if I could 
drive her sissy van across town to my doctor's appointment. 

I cannot tell you how hard I wrestled with that. I did not want to
cancel my appointment, and I did not want to drive that sissy van. 
Sometimes, life offers you situations just like this. No matter your 
choice, it will not be the right one. 

Finally, I put my pride in my back pocket and asked The Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage if I could use her sissy van to go to my 
doctor's appointment. 

It's been a long time since I've seen her smile like that. She said, “Of
course, my dear. You can take my car and go to your doctor's 
appointment.” Then she giggled. I hate it when she giggles. 

Standing at the door with the keys in her hands, as I was going out, she
handed them to me and said, “Drive safely.” Then, another one of her 
giggles. 

I took the keys and thanked her for allowing me to use her sissy van. I
looked at her with an artificial smile and said, “Thank you my dear. I 
promise I'll drive safely.” Of course, I don't know what that means. 

The first chore I had with the sissy van was opening the door and
getting inside. There was no way I was going to get inside that sissy 
van the way it was set. I had to push the seat back as far as it would 
go. Then I got in the seat behind the steering wheel, squishing my body 
as I got in. 

No matter how far back I pushed the seat, my knees were still under my
chin. 

Next was the steering wheel. It took me 10 minutes to figure out how to
adjust that steering wheel, and I still couldn't get it to where it was 
comfortable for me to steer. I was beginning to remember the last time 
I was in the sissy van, and those weren't such pleasant memories. 

The next thing was the mirrors; the mirror inside the sissy van and the
two mirrors outside on each side of the vehicle. It took me a while to 
figure out how to do that because it's been a long time since I 
adjusted any mirrors in my vehicle. 

I did have somewhat of a scare with the indoor mirror. As I adjusted it,
a very scary face popped into view. I almost screamed, but then 
realized it was my face. 

Finally, I got everything pretty close to normal and was ready to leave.
I put the key in, turned it, and the sissy van started up right away. I 
sighed a deep sigh of relief. 

I slowly put it in reverse and backed out of the driveway. Standing in
the doorway of our house as I was leaving was The Gracious Mistress of 
the Parsonage, laughing and waving at me as if she was crazy. 

Finally, I was on my way to my doctor's appointment. As I was driving, I
was so nervous I was wondering if maybe I should make an appointment to 
see a psychiatrist. I was crazy at this moment. 

I finally could settle down and enjoy the ride. 



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