And then some dude comes along and casually says something to me that lifts me, lightens me and simply makes me feel like a million dollars! This morning it was a 20-year-old with grease under his fingernails... you know, one of those good north Knoxville boys who wouldn't dream of paying someone else to turn his rotors or clean his fuel injectors.
I had a slow leak in my front passenger tire so I drove to Free Service for a quick fix. When finished I payed my bill while this young buck drove my ride around front. He looked at me and asked, "That your 7.4 liter F250?" Yes, I answer. And here it comes... words that were crafted by a wise soul and fed to a hungry man, words that saw deep to my core, somehow knowing my deepest need of the moment.
Tossing me the keys, he says, "Helluva truck".
I love Saturdays.
