My heart is full. Very full. It’s full for a number of reasons that I’ll try to get to over the next couple of weeks, Lord-willing. For now, I’ll start with my wife’s van breaking down on Friday afternoon. That may not sound like such a great thing, but I think you’ll find that I have a good reason to be thankful after I tell you what happened.
Before I tell you about it though, let’s rewind to my teenage years, and my bright orange Volkswagon Beetle. She costed all of $300, didn’t run, had a big hole in the floorboard, and no carpet.