For years, two old cars have sat in my garage, collecting dust and spider webs. I was going to repair the cars, but I didn’t have the funds to do it. I had been taking public transportation while saving money to repair the cars. One day while riding the train, I was robbed by a man who held a gun to my back. I was scared that I would die that day, but I survived. That was enough motivation for me to start driving again. I sold the cars to scrap metal buyers and used the cash, along with the cash I saved for repairs, to buy a new car.
I didn’t pick anything fancy, just a car that would get me from point A to point B without any problems. Most people want all kinds of bells and whistles in their cars, but I just wanted a good transportation machine that would be reliable, because there was no way that I would be riding on public transportation for a long time, if at all ever again. I don’t care if I have to sit in traffic for hours on a Friday afternoon. As long as I never have to deal with the deadly situation I faced that day on the train, I’ll gladly take the traffic.
While driving one day, I was listening to the radio and turned to the news station. There was a report that a man who had been robbing people on the local train was chased to the local scrap yard, where he had been arrested. The owner of the scrap yard helped catch the man by tripping him up. The police called me to identify the man to see if he was the same man who robbed me, and he was the same guy. Justice had been served.