A year ago when we decided to move from Charleston to the upstate of South Carolina, hubby made a decision to buy a truck. It made sense to me, since we would be living in a rural area, we would need a pickup to haul materials for the yard and house in. A friend was selling one of his trucks and we bought it.
I really like the truck. It is fun to ride in. It is the kind that has the front seat (obviously) and has a full back seat. I guess it is an extended cab, long bed truck. I have teased hubby since he bought it that he has now returned to his country roots. He just smiles at me.
Since his injury the truck has sat. Parked at the other end of our driveway, just hanging out under a group of trees. I really have not paid much attention to it, as I have had plenty of things to keep me occupied.
When he was first injured, he asked a couple of men if they would stop by and drive the truck since Cathi doesn’t know how to drive it. A true statement for the most part. The truck is big and I have never driven it.
In the past month, though, that statement has been altered from Cathi doesn’t know how to drive it to Cathi can’t drive it, to Cathi refuses to drive it. All of these statements are true to a point.
Today, was the day that I put on my big girl panties, and pulled them up high and tight. I grabbed the truck keys and headed out of the house. I walked over to the truck. I unlocked it, I moved the seat up to where I could reach the pedals and the steering wheel , adjusted the mirrors and said aloud, “Okay Lord, it’s You and me and this truck. Don’t let me wreck it.”
With that, I put the truck in reverse and pulled out of the driveway. At the end of our driveway I turned right. I went down the road to the cul-de-sac and turned around and came back home. A small step. But, a major feat for me. I came inside, jubilant! I drove the truck. An hour later I climbed back into the truck and drove 20 minutes to our church where I met a group of ladies and went out to lunch. No, I did not drive, I parked the truck (almost in the lines) and rode with someone else.
But, I have arrived to the country, finally. I can drive a pick up truck. Not bad for being 61 and mastering new skills… Thanks for stopping by, DAF (Cathi)