The Red Truck

Ten years of service, waking the slumbering giant on the frigid winter nights that had blanketed the west side of Michigan with more awesome inches of snow. He had performed his job well, front blade and back,like a ballerina dancer,spinning around the circle, causing her audience to applaud and receiving accolades from the street musicians.
Were we revving up the motor for the last time? Would the guy from Rockford come to take it away?
It has become an ugly lawn ornament, we found it was better to snow blow than try to manipulate the plow in circles around center landscaping.

Days of service have ended.
Red paint now faded.
Rust is peeking through.
The smoke swirls from the engine and the belts squeal.

High anticipation...suddenly rejection.
It needed too much work.

The doors did not close, well they did with a bungee cord.
The gauges were broken.
The fluids leaked...just a little.
The box on the back was needing paint.

Could you just make me an offer...I know I said $1000.
As they drove off down the road.

Tom said, put it back on craig's list every week.
He said to take the first offer.
He said not to wait for the right price.

Al called.
I said yes, still here.
I said sure come anytime.

Had any offers?

No, not yet.

He came with cash?
$400.?

Yes.

He will come back in a day or so to claim his win.

Thanks Al!

I wIsh you the best.



I hope he will find happiness in a new home.

I was ready to give it away.

We split the four hundred dollar bills between us.

Perhaps a rainy day emergency.
I consider it a gift from God. He always takes care of me. He is my provider.
Just as he flung the stars into the cosmos, he has a plan for you and me.

Isaiah 42

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