Paul and I have been trying to figure out where we can cut back on expenses for while he doesn’t have a job. One of the ideas we tossed around was taking his car off the insurance to save that monthly payment. We didn’t really want to do that – sharing a car while living 15 minutes away from each other would be somewhat inconvenient. We decided to see what other things we could do and use that option as a last resort.
As always, God takes care of us. He didn’t want us paying for Paul’s car insurance, so He sent a cracked engine block our way to put Paul’s car out of commission. Poor Paul. It’s okay, really, because his car was on its last legs (wheels?) anyways, and we knew it wasn’t going to last much longer. We were hoping it would last until he got a job, but now we don’t have to worry about that.
I got a phone call this morning from Paul, who is in Mabelton, GA (the other side of Atlanta). He’s waiting for a tow truck to take it to the mechanic’s, but we’re not expecting to see the little red car in use again. Even if it is fixable, we don’t really have the money, and while sharing a car is inconvenient, it’s doable.
I was thinking, I’m really glad Paul got to Atlanta just fine from Rhode Island, because that would have been really bad if he had been stranded somewhere in North Carolina or so because his car was dead. I am definitely glad that Paul is okay and not hurt in any way. I am glad he has AAA so we don’t have to pay for a tow truck. I am glad it was his car and not mine, because mine is in good shape and should last us a while yet (even if I don’t like my car because it’s too big, and I keep almost hitting things because I consistently misjudge the space). I am glad that it was on the way BACK from meeting someone, instead of on the way there (it wasn’t an interview or anything, just some freelance work he’s doing).
And really, for the $600 we paid for the car two years ago, it has served Paul very very well.