"It's the Little Things That Count"

My 1997 Ford Ranger pickup is my workhorse.  In fact, I'm surprised I've never named it, but I haven't.  In the years I've owned it I have spent far more on its care and upkeep than I ever have on myself.  However, without it I wouldn't have my gardening business.  With almost 220,000 miles logged on it maintenance is a priority.  That and having the name of a mechanic and tow truck company in my cell phone contact list. 

An oil change has been on my to-do list for a while now.  It was 800 miles overdue.  In fact, I had specifically planned my schedule to include a stop at my Lube-It place two days in a row last week only to remember around bed-time--remember that I had forgotten.  With a road trip coming up the oil change was front and center.  I headed over fully expecting an additional expense due to some flush or belt replacement that would show up on their schedule.  They keep track of that stuff, and I simply do what is recommended. 

After pulling into the bay I was greeted with the news that I had come in on the day of Lube-It's 25th birthday celebration.  The initial good news was that I was to be given 25% off any work done.  I was offered the choice of a gift from their goody basket, and I was delighted to find a solar shield with my name on it.  When my truck sits out in the heat I really feel the lack of A/C when I am ready to head home.  An additional goody bag filled with chocolate, a garbage bag for my truck, a pen, an air freshener for my rig---Who knew my timing would be so perfect? 

There are some people who say they will believe there is a God "if" they see a certain sign or "when" they have some sort of supernatural experience---a fabricated "hoop" from their mind which He is supposed to jump through in order to validate Himself, to prove His existence.  I say, "It's the little things that count."  By the way,  the little red truck was ship-shape, needing only an oil change.  And that at 25% off.  Again I say, "It's the little things that count."