Gary had only been gone for about 15 minutes going to work when he called me up. The photo says it all. Driving through an intersection, a young girl tried to turn ahead of him. Poor Suburban, and her Hyundai as well. Being a 1989, our Suburban's days were numbered, but gosh, what a great truck. Hot-sounding engine as well. A wonderful rumble, but no more. Thankfully nobody was hurt. A bit sore, but nothing else.
The girl was so sweet, and was crying when I got there. And we were the ones to take her to a friend's house. How often does that happen? She told Gary she was glad he didn't yell at her. Could've just as easy been one of our kids. Yell? Uh, no.
Praying now for a replacement, of course. A rental for a bit. God's hand on her situation too. Funny thing, she and I have a mutual friend on Facebook. Yeah, I looked.
We're a one-vehicle couple anyhow, so while we'll not likely look for another Suburban (terrible gas mileage), we need room for us and the three youngest ones. Prayers appreciated. :)
