red corvette

[Carol Anne Kincaid~Paradis]

Good Morning

“Keep on going and the chances are you will stumble

on something perhaps when you are least expecting it.”

~ Charles Kettering

THE TWENTY THIRD PSALM (AN NATIVE VERSION ) The GREAT FATHER above a SHEPHERD CHIEF is. I am His and with Him I want not. He throws out to me a rope and the name of the rope is love and He draws me to where the grass is green and the water is not dangerous, and I eat and lie down and am satisfied. Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down but He lifts me up again draws me into a good road. His name is WONDERFUL . Sometimes, it may be very soon, it may be a long long time, He will draw me into a valley. It is dark there, but I'll be afraid not, for it is between those mountains that the SHEPHERD CHIEF will meet me and the hunger that I have in my heart all through life will be satisfied. Sometimes He makes the love rope into a whip, but afterwards He gives me a staff to lean upon. He spreads a table before me with all kinds of foods. He puts His hand upon my head and all the " tired " is gone. My cup He fills till it runs over. What I tell is true. I lie not. These roads that are " away ahead " will stay with me through this life and after; and afterwards I will go to live in the Big Teepee and sit down with the SHEPHERD CHIEF forever

Little Red Corvette

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It was a 1979 Red Corvette.

It was used when I bought it but it held up well.

Corvettes weren't the best-built cars in the world but before I

married, I liked fast, sleek cars.

The Corvette taught me a lasting lesson when the driver's

outside door handle broke.

The Vette didn't have a regular door handle. It was actually a

plate that was flush with the top of the door that you pushed in.

One day the mechanism on the inside of the door broke and when

you pushed down to open the door, nothing happened.

The Vette was also expensive to work on. Parts were high and you

usually had to take it to a Vette specialist to get it fixed.

I was on a budget and I was pretty good at fixing things,

so I decided I would do it myself. I already had a mechanics

repair manual for the Vette.

As I read the steps to fix the door mechanism, I saw that it was

an all-day job so I decided to wait until I had all day.

It was two months before I had a free day to work on the Vette.

During those two months, each time I got into the Vette, I had

to open the passenger door, crawl over the console, and open the

driver's door.

"So what?" you ask.

I never took a door handle for granted again.

It became another of life's little things that I was thankful for.

We have so many things that we take for granted.

We are never thankful for them.

They are just there.

We use them daily,

some hourly,

some every minute,

some every second.

We don't miss it unless it breaks and it's no longer there or it

is threatened. Then it becomes important.

It has been over ten years since the broken handle on the Vette,

but each time I get in my car and the handle works,

I'm thankful.

It's just one more handle on life that I am thankful for.

~A MountainWings Original~

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