Ryan’s Miracle Watch 7/19/19

I’ve decided to tell a story, which includes miracles throughout…all connected and related…like a puzzle…miracles that prepared me for…well, everything that’s going on in my life now, and forever…I will have to split the story/ies up, because my thumbs will get tired from typing if I try to do too much at a time.

Jeremiah 29:11a   For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord…

You know when you look back on your life and realize God was alongside you, but you didn’t necessarily know it at the time? Well if you don’t, then none of what I say from here on will make any sense. But, I think most of you will follow…and, for those of you who don’t, I hope and pray you will, at some point, follow/understand as well…

In 1996 (I know this is way before Ryan’s incident, but I promise it’s relevant), I worked for a foodservice distribution company called SYSCO. You’ve probably seen their trucks around. I just started a new sales position that covered all of Northern California and Nevada, which was going to require a lot of driving. I decided that, if I was going to be in the car for lengthy periods of time, I should get a car that was comfortable/reliable. I was willing to pay $15K cash (out the door) for a used car, and no more. I began looking at mainly Camrys, for their dependability, good gas mileage, etc., because I thought they would be in my price range. As I was driving around Northern California in my, at the time, older Bronco II, I would stop at every Toyota dealership I saw, flag down the first salesperson (didn’t really have to flag down anyone, because they were all over me as soon as I’d get out of my car) and tell him/her what it was I was looking for; specifically a Camry with less than 30K miles, and for no more than $15K out the door. And, they’d laugh me out the door every time. This went on for a few months. Late one Friday afternoon, on my way home from making sales calls in Concord, I happened to see a Volkswagen dealership with a couple of lost-leader used cars out front; a Passat for $17K and Jetta for $16. At the time, I wasn’t a fan of either of those cars because a couple of friends of mine had nothing but problems with theirs, but it was looking like I was going to have to settle, so I pulled into the lot to take a look. As always, a salesman jumped me just as I tried to exit my Bronco II, and as always I told him what I was looking for. He replied he could probably get close to my terms with the Jetta, and convinced me to test drive it. What a tin can. Disappointed, I left. I then drove a block away and saw a Nissan dealership, pulled into the lot and told the salesman my terms, to which he said he had a Nissan Maxima with 32K miles on it, and that he could most likely work with my offered price. Let’s take it for a test drive. A mile away from the lot, we got onto the freeway, and ran out of gas. REALLY? So, the salesman and I hoofed it back to the lot. Upon reaching the lot, he said he could have the car fueled up within 20 minutes and we could continue the test drive. It was getting late, I was tired, and a major storm was threatening, so I told the salesman I would go home and come back in the morning. They never want you to leave the lot, but I told him I was a man of my word, that I would be back in the morning to continue the test drive…

Speaking of continuing, my thumbs are getting tired (I wasn’t kidding), so I’ll have to continue this within the next couple of days, or so. I’ll be out of town tomorrow, so don’t know if I’ll be able to continue, but I promise to tell you the rest of the story soon…

BTW: Ryan had a good day today. I love the kid…

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