Showing posts from October 5, 2010

Taking The Wheel

I wish I would have taken a picture of my first car.  But back then, I didn't have a camera.  I guess that wasn't as important to me as having my own car.  
I was sixteen, and I remember approaching my dad with my request, "Dad my friend Greg has has a car for sale, only $50.  What do you think?"  
I loved my Dad.  He didn't say much, but he was always there for me.  And I never felt quite the protection and love with anyone as I did when he was near. 
 I was working at the time, a babysitting job from 3-11 just five houses up the road... Cemetary Road, that is.  At 11 PM Dad would 'just happen' to be walking our German Shepard  and would escort me home, knowing how terrified I was to walk through the dimly lit street and past the tombstones that sometimes cried out to me 'run! run!'.   Dad didn't say much... but I could feel the love.  From one heart to another.  
He went with me to check out the car... and gave me the okay to buy it.  I didn'…