Patrick B

One good turn...

Like most other people, it was my dad who created my love affair with cars. He would always impress me w/his knowledge of cars (I remember when we would drive around in the family car and as I was young, he would point to random cars and say, "That is a 1962 Cadillac, and that car is a '53 Beuc (he STILL can't correctly pronounce the word "Buick"). He also told us on several occasions about the 1954 Chrysler that he had... "I remember when I got back from The Korean War in 1954, the first thing I did was to go out and buy a brand-new 1954 Chrysler Newport - red w/a black top and it had The Highlander Interior". NONE of this I appreciated until I got older.

Fast forward 30 years and I started my own family. I was lucky enough to have a healthy son born in 2000. I also knew that I would like to start him on a love affair w/cars, the way my dad had done to me. But every time we got into the car, it really was hard for me to point out the years and makes of the cars to my son - all new cars look alike. So I went out and bought an old Corvette to give to my son for when he gets older. Being a father is an amazing thing, so I did what every dad should do - I had another child... I wanted to give my new baby a nice old car too, so while my wife was pregnant, I began to save up for a '67 GTO to give her. We are NOT rich, but I took on a second job for this purpose. Well, my BEAUTIFUL baby girl was born in 2005 - and she was born deaf. My entire life changed - stopped - at that moment. All the plans I had pictured for my family were now different. How will she get a job? Meet a nice boy? Succeed in school, or work, or compete in sports - or EVEN DRIVE? So, I began to hate the world and could no longer see anything of beauty in anything. Then, one day I realized - all of these barriers that I had projected on her future, were really just MY fears and weaknesses and barriers, and not hers. I still hated the world but I realized that I had to do something to stop this feeling. I still had the money that I was saving up for her 1967 GTO, and I remembered my dad's story about his 1954 Chrysler. Dad's 76th Birthday was coming up in a few months - so I hit eBay and tried to locate a 1954 Chrysler Newport - red w/a black top that had The Highlander Interior (I mean, how hard could that be?) Well - I soon found out that it is VERY hard. It was near impossible to find anything but a few random four door 1954 Chryslers, until about ten days before his birthday. Found one in Florida (I live in NYC). It wasn't the 1954 Chrysler Newport - red w/a black top with The Highlander Interior, but it was a VERY nice black two door coupe. I flew down, bought it, shipped it up and gave it to dad in time for his 76th birthday... one good turn deserves another...

Fast forward about ten months - we got my daughter a Cochlear Implant - a device that tricks her brain into hearing sound that allows her to hear enough so that she is VERY able to get a job, meet a nice boy (she is very popular w/the boys at school), succeed in school (straight A's) and work and compete in sports (she is still young, yet) AND - she can EVEN DRIVE!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW, the problem I have is that I have to save up for another 1967 GTO to give to her... one good turn deserves another...

PS - dad just had his 85th birthday on June 30th and he really cannot drive the car anymore. Now I drive HIM around in it and we still point at random cars and try to figure out just what year and make it is...

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