I came home late yesterday from my office in town weary and sad. I had to seek help to get my car to start. Failing to hear from people I had phoned somewhat weighed me down. For a while I felt unequivocally alone.
Dreading being stranded at a dark and lonely spot along the highway I pleaded with my car all through the drive home. My car apparently has compassion. It brought me home without stalling.
I couldn't wait to unwind and forget about my rough day. As soon as I stepped into my house I played music and opened a bottle of merlot.
The merlot warmed my body. But here's what warmed my soul:
- ARIEL MURPHY