My Baby

*SMILING* and exhaling. Man this journey. It was hard, long, stressful, exciting and faith testing. I looked at at least a dozen trucks.I finally settled on a Utilimaster, 1995 Chevy bread truck. I liked the shape, the length and the cleanliness of the inside the most. I also liked the fact that the guy I bought it from used it to make a living which made me feel comfortable that the truck was well maintained. It still feels unreal that I have finally found a truck. I'm so used to driving around and seeing other step vans and wishing I had one. Not anymore:) On really frustrating days I would pass 6 or 7 trucks in just a matter of hours. I would cry to my passenger normally my son. "ugh how come everyone has a truck!", "lord it's not like I'm trying to buy the White House just a truck" or my famous line. "I'm going to steal one I swear!" lol yeah I was pretty crazed about finding a truck. After a long week of yet again attempting to purchase a truck and having it fall through, later that night I cried myself to sleep. I've shed a few tears before in my search but more out of frustration than anything else. This particular night it was more. I was losing faith and hope. Maybe this was not for me. Maybe God was trying to tell me I was following the wrong dream. I felt so beat up and tired. I literally cried until I fell asleep. Yes it was pretty pitiful & bad. It wasn't one of those mad loud hysterically crying sessions that makes you want to fight. I just laid there and cried, it was a I can't do this anymore crying session. I didn't want to cry but it was like I had no choice.

With little motivation a few days later I decided to call this one truck I had seen on Craigslist before but I didn't recognize the area so decided not to pursue it originally. I set up a time since I was off the next day for veterans day to go take a look. The guy I talked to was pretty nice and very talkative. At this point I was just going thru the motions tho. Even now I don't even remember my train of thought because when I got up that morning I hadn't even tried to find someone to go with me and the truck was 1 hr and 20 mins away from me in an area I didn't know. I'm a planner and normally I would have planned the whole process. I ended up getting my mom to go with me. I started the trip with the thoughts of if I see 11(random number) trucks from now to reaching my destination then this truck was meant for me. Yes I'm silly. But you know what I saw over 11 trucks on my way there...lol