Hallelujah… She’s Baaaaack (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Sep 05 2021	Views/Reads: 1083/704	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I really don’t appreciate what I have until I lose it. This is also true of people. We don’t realize how much a person means to us until they are gone.

I have learned that you don't miss something until it is gone.
Unfortunately, sometimes, it's too late. 

Over six weeks ago, or was it nine months, I took my truck in for a
regular checkup. I was going away for the week, so I thought I would 
drop the truck off and let them work on it when they had time, and then 
when I come back, it would be ready. 

I love it when a plan comes together? 

My family went up to Georgia for a family reunion. It was also a time to
celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary. Time goes by when we're not 
really focused on what's happening. That's me to a T. 

I took it in on Monday, then we left for our family reunion, and on
Tuesday, the machine shop called me with some rather sad news. The 
engine in my truck was just about finished. So I had a choice of 
getting a new engine or buying another truck. 

The last idea wasn't a good one for me. 

After some serious thought, I agreed to have a new engine put in the
truck. After all, the cost would be a fraction of what getting another 
truck would be. 

I didn't know how much I liked my truck until it was gone for six weeks.


During those six weeks, my wife and I shared her little van for our
travels. We had to coordinate our schedule so we could be united. 

The scheduling was something like this. 

She would drive her van, and I would go along when we would go to church
or some other function that we had to be together. So that wasn't too 
bad. 

Then, when she had to go somewhere, she would use her van. Sometimes she
would drop me off at the church office and then go on her schedule and 
then come back and pick me up. That wasn't too bad. 

When she had nowhere to go, and I had somewhere to go, I would then be
driving her little van. I did not know how little this van was until I 
started driving it. 

When I'm on the passenger side it is not too bad. I can squeeze in and
survive. But when I'm on the driver's side, that was a completely 
different story. 

Everything about her van was completely different from the things in my
truck. 

Driving that little van was a very challenging job. I did not know how
hard it was for a real man to drive a sissy van. 

I could barely get in on the driver's side, get all buckled up and ready
to go. Everything had to be changed, like the mirrors, the seat and the 
steering wheel. 

If I thought getting into that little van was difficult, all I had to do
was wait until I had to get out, and that was a completely different 
story. Several times I actually fell out because there is no real 
structure for a man my size. 

I am surprised I was not involved in some accident for those six weeks
of driving that little van. If that would've happened, I probably 
wouldn't be able to get out of the van. 

For the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, that little van is an ideal
vehicle, and she drives it like the expert she is. 

I was getting a little nervous about my truck. It would only take three
weeks to get the engine and have it installed and get everything fixed 
up to run. But, unfortunately, those three weeks graduated into six 
weeks. I was afraid I would never see that truck again. 


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