Getting my Betsy-girl all fixed up.
My newest teacher.
May I be as gracious and willing to make it right
when I next make a mistake.
Not only did he pay for the part and the labor
to get my side view mirror fixed,
he also had my car detailed.
And he made sure they did it right
(which took three reminders).
The lumber had scuffed my hood
and the big band-aid left some duct tape residue.
But now?
All gone.
He left us better than he found us.
Blessed be.
Isn't she pretty?
. * .
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