His Name

Being with the same guy for over 40 years, it’s hard to make a change.

I hear others talk about the challenges of finding new doctors or hairdressers after making a move. For me, it was about finding a new car mechanic.

I was introduced to my mechanic shortly after buying my first car – a Honda. This was his specialty.

I loved going in for oil changes and other preventative maintenance. Somehow I always felt better when I left. It was if I was going there to take good care of myself.

It had to do with knowing I was in good hands and around good people that I could trust. They also provided a welcoming area to sit and wait.

Getting my car serviced gave me an opportunity to pause. To be still. It proved to be preventative maintenance for me too.

As years passed I would get married, have children and buy new vehicles. I always stayed with Hondas. Partly because it was a good car and mainly because I wanted to stay with my mechanic.

When my car required extra long services, I would always refuse the offer for someone to pick me up to avoid waiting. I wanted to sit and wait.

It was good for me - a way for me to refuel and get the recharge I needed.

It also gave me a front row seat as I watched my mechanic’s son grow up and begin to take over.

Now in a new town, though tempted to return to my former shop for an oil change, I found a new one.

I was very selective in my search. I paid attention to the signs and was cautious in my approach. This place felt good. It was comfortable and I felt like I had come home.

It wasn’t until I was sitting in the waiting area taking it all in that I realized something. My new guy’s name is the same as the son I watched grow up.

Wow . . .

“It’s all powerful.”

Here’s to more WOW Moments!

💛 Lucy