The Legend of the Old Toyota
by Judy Sims "The Legend of the Old Toyota" by Judy Sims It came to me at the age of ten. It's previous owner thought he was dead. She said, "It's dead! but if it will start I'll sell it cheap yours to park" It started right up "Resurrection", she said, and came to my aid tho it were dead. It ran and ran but sick all the while... and finally found gas in the oil? Off to the doctor who fixed him up right. Back to work and what a sight. It ran and ran... and others said, "with the miles on that babe it should be dead!" My sweet, my love stayed by my side. The little Toyota the bumpy ride. Then it got sick and wouldn't start up. "the starter is shot", "give it up". Had to push it to go but I had no money Had to wait.... it sure wasn't funny. Finally came the great bright day I had some dough and ready to pay, to have the starter rebuilt and then it started right up and ran and ran. It kept me at work running to and fro getting supplies and customers' delivery so I could keep working and pushing toward the great giant goal and my great rewards. I worked to survive day into right. I toiled and lifted and poured with all my might. And every week I loaded this car with such dirty things the car it did mar. And dirtier and dustier and heavier it became. The paint wore off it would never be the same. But on and on it drove for me, though it looked old and tired and weak. An then one day the clutch slammed to the floor and I began to wonder how to fix the doors. It seemed the old car wouldn't last much longer but the clutch was fixed and "Wow!" it seemed stronger. I slammed it into gears, burned rubber and oh, what a joy the car seemed tho dirty and Old. The neighbors told me "that old car will fall apart, It sounds like a truck, getting harder to start." But on and on went the little old car. My Toyota and me driving straight to the stars. Six years later and thousands of miles, My hard work, triumphs and trials...... I come closer and closer to my great goals. My little car has always been my star. It's hung in there for me thru rattles and chokes, and just like me doesn't miss a stroke. We both keep going as tho being chased by the old salvage yard or glue and paste. We don't give up we push toward for us both some great reward. And when the day comes when I can relax, and sit in my chair and tell of the facts. That led to this day of our great reward I know what I'll do with this little brave car. In front of my store in a spot I have found, I'll sink his worn nose straight down in the ground. And from that day forward he'll testify the tale that we never gave up never tucked our tails. The Lord is on me to share my story, to write for the hurting and to help the confused push away the clouds. I've begun sharing my writing according to the Lord's timing. He's calling His children. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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