I'm Just Sayin'

My cousin, Amanda, came to visit me last week. Which is part of the reason for the lack of blog updates. Plus, I’m lazy. But in honor of her visit, I thought I would share a story from our teenage years.

Okay, so, when I was in high school, I didn’t have my own car. I would use the family car. The Ford Aerostar Minivan. You know the one I’m talking about. I swear that every person in my community owned one at some point. And I was so cool driving that thing around town. It’s one reason I was as popular as I was in high school. You totally wish you were me right now, don’t you.

So one Saturday evening, I was headed to a youth event at church with Amanda. As usual, I was running late. And, I might have been driving a little too fast on the windy backroads near my house. I came flying around a sharp curve, only to realize that…we were only on two wheels. Yes, you heard me. I got a  minivan on two wheels. I’m sure the moment only lasted a second, but there was no mistaking the angle, then the thump as all four tires safely touched the ground again.

I slowed to a stop at the end of the road and glanced over at Amanda. She gripped the blue velour arm rests and her face was as white as the pages of her Bible that had slipped out of her lap.

“Amanda,” I said. She slowly turned her head toward me. “You must NEVER tell anybody that just happened.” She nodded, too afraid to speak. I eased the van forward, not topping 25 mph for the rest of the drive.

We didn’t speak of the incident for years.