My jaw dropped
When I was a senior in high school I saw a poster in my social studies teachers classroom that had a garage filled with fancy cars overlooking the ocean with a sunset, ie. amazing. On that poster the words, “Justification for a Higher Education” were written.
I had decided to attend college, and be the first in my family to ever graduate with a bachelors degree. I was not sure how I was going to pay for this, nor was I sure what I was going to major in, but I was going, no matter what anyone else said. I decided to keep a journal to keep me going titled, “My Justification to a Higher Education Journal”. On the first page of that journal I cut out and placed a picture of the first thing that I would own after graduating from college. It was a candy apple red Chrysler Sebring Convertible with a black leather interior, a black soft top, a great stereo system, etc, etc. I won a close to full ride scholarship to a #1 school in the Midwest, but had to figure out how to support myself. I worked 40-60 hours per week and took 18 credit hours. People thought I was crazy, as I never slept, but I was going to make this work. I forgot about the car altogether except when I went back to look at the book, which was rare, as I never had any extra time.
My husband and I bought our first car in 2006, a silver Volvo V70, which was very nice. I never mentioned to him that I wanted the Chrysler, as we would be sharing a car after moving cross country (which was a blessing in itself). The Volvo began to have problems about four months ago. We had just moved into a brand new, really nice place, so that we would have room for a couple of my siblings who needed help, and needed a place to stay in the area that we are living. Needless to say we had no extra money. The check engine light was on, the car was shaking, we still owed the bank money on the car, so we continued to pay, and continued to drive the car. It got to the point that we HAD to find another solution, so we tried to apply for another car loan. We were denied time and time again. We had totaled a Nissan the year before, had made the payments, and had been told that the gap company had paid the rest off, but they failed to pay for three months, so we took a hit on our credit, bummer. We knew there must be a way.
We went to see someone for a “bad credit” loan, and drove away in a Ford something or another that was an ’07. We tried to look at the bright side, as the car was running well, got us from point A to point B, and had great gas mileage. We received a call from the dealer that “in retrospect we could not get you approved on that car for the monthly payment you said that you can afford”. We brought the car back in, after having lost 2k on our Volvo on the trade. I had read The Secret in depth at the end of December and knew that I would be able to manifest something amazing out of this, and was disappointed that I had not done so in the first place.
On our way to the car dealership I was asking my husband what his “dream car” was, and he said that he did not have one. I told him what mine was (the Chrysler), and he said that maybe some day we can afford a convertible, but right now we probably could not. Still, I could not get the vision of that car out of my mind. I had not thought about it in YEARS. Our Volvo was a blessing, and I had been grateful to have lived through the crash in the Nissan Sentra versus a Ford F350 and a Ford Explorer going 60 mph on the freeway.
So we walk in, we hand the keys to the finance manager who we were working with, and said, “OK, what do you have that we can drive off of the lot today.” He begins to go over his list of cars, Ford Focus this, and Kia that, and cars that were too old, or had too high miles. Then he saw the looks on our faces – dismay. We did not want to get under on another old vehicle. He said, “What kind of car do you want?” I said, “A candy apple red black leather interior Chrysler Sebring Convertible with a black cloth top.” He said, “I don’t think we have any Chrysler Sebring’s, and I haven’t seen a convertible on this lot in a long time”. His coworker walked up behind him and said, “Yes we do, we got one in today, 40k miles, beautiful, you should show it to them.” Holy moley!!!
We went out and kind of glanced at the other cars, as the finance manager did not think that he could get us into this car. My husband was worried that with a convertible our car insurance would go up; it didn’t; it went down. The finance manager called the loan company and asked them, telling us that it probably would not work. They said that it would work if he would knock the price of the car down by several thousands of dollars, or gave us more for our trade in. Needless to say I DROVE OFF THE LOT WITH MY NEW CONVERTIBLE, DIDN’T LOSE ANY MONEY ON MY CAR, ONLY HAD TO PUT 500 DOWN, AND FOUND OUT LATER THAT THE CAR WAS WORTH FAR MORE THAN HE SOLD IT TO ME FOR.
Oh yeah, and my boss, the news, my family, and our friends have told me that I am nuts because Seattle is always rainy, and that we were supposed to have rain every day for the past nine days now. Every night before I go to bed I imagine waking up, looking out the window, and seeing a brilliant sunny day, and every day for nine days it has been brilliantly sunny. I no longer believe in coincidences. Life is amazing.