A week ago, my husband and I bought a new (to us) car. By no means a trendy person, I did not want a sports car, or even an SUV, so popular among our friends and family. I wanted a Park Avenue Buick, similar to the one we were driving.
The Buick is thirteen years old, has 133,000 miles on it, and is staid and conventional, much like me. The fact is, the Buick and I are pretty much interchangeable. I don't see that as a failing, though. I see it as saying, "I'm still here. I've endured much and will undoubtedly endure more." Like the Buick, I've weathered storms, even a tornado or so. And I'm still standing.
The things and people of lasting value will probably not be trendy or shiny or new. They will be the ones slightly weathered, a little bent from withstanding the winds of misfortune, a great deal humbled by those same winds.
So, for today, I am grateful for cars ... and people ... who are still standing.