Next thing he knew, he was smoking. What had just happened? All vital signs were functioning, but he didn’t think he should move, so he sat, and sat, until he eventually felt himself being lifted unto the back of a truck. Had salvation found him?
Floyd knew he was old. He had been many places, seen many faces, and he felt he had served his purpose. If life ended now, he was at peace.
He sat in a critical state for a couple of days while a diagnosis was made and deliberations were had about his future. Would it be better to let him go or to give him a second chance? It was confusing because he had done so much already. He didn’t have anything left to prove. If it was his time, it was his time.
After much discussion, it was determined that Floyd had a little more to give. He could recover from this near death experience and offer more service to those who love him.
The transplant won't be easy, but it will be worth it.
Thank you for sticking around a bit longer, Floyd. We can’t wait to haul another Christmas tree on your racks or load you down with 300 lbs. of flagstone. Most importantly, we’ll try to not make you feel like a waste basket on wheels anymore. You’re too good for that.
Much love to you. Get well soon.
3 comments:
That was hilarious. We need to name our car and gain some kind of attachment to it like that. Any suggestions for a dark green minivan?
How about Chris? Seems appropriate for a dark green minivan.
ha ha Nellie, that was so funny! I was reading that thinking someone died... so not funny in the beginning.
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