It's a bit of a sick feeling when you
walk outside and notice your car missing in action. I quelled the usual
questions of 'why my car and not these snazzy newer models parked
nearby' and what is the universe or potplant trying to teach me?' and so
on. It had gone and that was that - along with my drycleaning, new
running shoes, filofax (with all my numbers to my contacts at home,
personal information and other such very tragic things) and two packs of
noxious cigarettes. I felt quite numb and rather unbalanced for a few
days - as seems to be customary when something awful happens.
Naturally, I had no insurance as I was in
the process of buying the car from a friend as I have no credit built up
in America. Nashville has no transportation system to speak of and it is
very cold at the moment. I'd take my bicycle to work if I could but I do
believe I would slip on the icy roads.
When a personal crisis happens the
reactions of people around you is quite revealing of their inner souls. A
girl I hardly know has offered to co-sign on a new car. She has no
agenda, she wants to help. This is more astonishing to me than my car
being stolen. She has requested that her identity remain a secret. My
friend MaryEllen took me car hunting yesterday - she knows lots of
secrets about bargaining in the motor industry.
Life is a journey and your responses to the incidents along the way are