February 1980 I drove my own Mercury Monarch down a snow covered road thinking I was approaching the bridge over the Thames River. On my way home from a night class in Business Law, I missed the “dead end” sign and when I crested the hill in a snow squall, my lights landed on the fence that contained the embankment to the River….what to do? To the best of recollection, I steered at the iron gate posts and hit them hard, but they slowed me down enough to only travel 40-50 feet down the hill, no ice water, my car, totalled, our lives saved!
I loved that car! 1975, leather, power windows and AIR CONDITIONING and fully financed, without collision?
So how did I dig out of that hole, I needed a car, I was dividing my time between WLU in Waterloo and UWO in London and working 20 hours a week at Canada Trust? I borrowed from our honeymoon fund (just 3 months away) and bought a beater of a Buick, finished the year, got married, started to work and 30 years later….same wonderful wife and in 8 days we celebrate 30 years of blessings which only come from putting God first in your marriage!
j
ps…thanks to my friend Craig who stopped me from ripping the “Darwin fish” off the back of this car today! My brother reminded me this week of James 1:20. At the very least it would appear that ideology chosen by this car owner has not brought him material weath!
