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To: Phil(bullrider) who wrote (524)	11/17/2000 9:34:41 PM
From: Neenny	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1309

Hi Phil, It is always a pleasure for you do drop by this thread. I know I can always count on you for reading my stories. Thanks. As for your daughter. First let me congratulate her on her achievements!!! That is great news. Maybe one day my daughter will also be part of the National Honor Society. Not sure that Emmie would ever do the All district chorus thing though. Will the concert be held in your town or nearby?? In previous years when the District Choir Concert has been held in the town we live in, we have opened our home to provide the students with a place to stay. Phil it is great that you were there for her induction, those things may not see important sometimes but I believe the parents participation is more noticed by the child than they let on. Now also, let me congratulate you on keeping your cool about the damaged truck. I know how much you value your "toys." Is this another new truck or the same one I was aware of?? Is your daughter feeling better today?? I am glad your love for your daughter and her safety were the important factors in your dealing with this situation. As you repaint her car, keep that in mind. What kind of car is it?? Year?? Color?? And does it have a CD player??? <ggg> How is your son?? Is he still with the band he was playing with?? And how is your youngest daughter?? I am holding my breath as I think of all the things that are yet to come in my parenting adventure!! Jane

To: Phil(bullrider) who wrote (524)	11/18/2000 6:39:26 AM
From: Oral Roberts	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 1309

It's nice to know that I don't have the only child that drives by sound. My 18 year old has hit more stuff and been in more accidents then I did in 6 years of racing stock car. I told her after the last one if she were racing I would recommend that she go out and hit the pace car as it's the only thing left that she hasn't hit:) Jeff Roberts Congratulate your daughter by the way for National Honor Society and district choir.

To: Phil(bullrider) who wrote (524)	11/21/2000 12:41:14 PM
From: SofaSpud	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1309

Hi Phil, I've been looking for this story since I read your post. It seems on-point: > WRINKLE IN MY HOOD > > We live in a very quiet neighborhood. > Late one evening I was listening to some music when I heard a loud > crash on the street. It took me a while to realize what had happened. > Earlier that evening my wife wanted me to go to the store to get some > soft drinks. It seemed like this would be a good time to let my teenage > daughter get in a little practice driving. I sent her to the store with > her older brother riding shotgun. She took my truck. I settled back to > enjoy the music. > At dinner earlier that evening my oldest son was speaking admiringly > of the truck. It is a little four-wheel drive Ford Explorer and the kids > knew I enjoyed having it. It is the nicest car I have ever owned. > I said, "Guys, my heart is not set on that car. I like it but it is > just rusting metal and it is a depreciating item. It won't last forever. > Never set your heart on anything that is temporary." > I had no idea how prophetic my advice was that night. > The thud on the street was followed by a commotion upstairs and then > the whole family pouring down the steps led by thirteen year old Chuck who > shouted, "Dad, Dad, Holly wrecked your car." > My heart sank and my mind was flooded with conflicting thoughts. Was > anyone hurt? Who else was involved? I ran to the door with a racing heart > and in that instant a message came clearly to my spirit like a voice in my > heart: > "Here is your chance. You have always looked for ways to show Holly > that she is precious to you. Here is a unique opportunity to show her what > you really love. How you react now is something that she will probably > never forget." > To my surprise the accident had not occurred on the street, but right > in my own driveway. And my fears about damage to the property of other > people melted when I saw that the collision was with our other car, the > family van. In her inexperience Holly had confused the brakes and > accelerator. In an instant both of my cars were wrecked. Holly was unhurt > physically but when I reached her she was crying softly and saying over and > over again, "Oh, Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Dad, I know how much you love > this car." I wrapped her in my arms and she cried and my heart melted for > her. > Later that week an adult friend stopped by and asked what happened to > my truck. I swore her to secrecy and then told her what happened. Her eyes > moistened and she said, "That happened to me when I was a girl. I borrowed > my Dad's car and ran into a log that had fallen across the road. I was > able to drive the car home, but it was totaled. When I got home my Dad > dragged me from the car, knocked me to the ground and began to kick me." > Over forty years later the pain of that rejection still moved her to tears. > It was a deep wound on her soul. > I remembered how tender-hearted Holly had been the night she wrecked > the car and how vulnerable she was at that moment and I breathed a prayer > of thanks to God for His gentle reminder that night. Someday years from > now when Holly thinks back on her life and she remembers me I want her to > know that I loved her a thousand times more than all my earthly possessions > put together. > I repaired the van, but the wrinkle in the hood of my truck is still > there today. Every day it reminds me of the really priceless things in my > life. I don't mind having damage to my truck, but I don't want to be > responsible for damage to my daughter's heart. > > -- Ken Pierpont <pierpont@mail.riverview.net>