My car died. You all know the one I'm talking about. My white Grand Am that my parents surprised me with when I was 16...it died. God answered our prayers though. Drew and I consistently prayed that it would last until he got through with school. It certainly did. We figured out that it was done on the day he graduated! We were blessed by a family to borrow their car to get home for Christmas and then we began the car search. After much searching, reading reviews, test driving and praying we, or shall I say Drew, finally came to a decision.
One Friday evening Drew called and say he'd be late coming home from work. When he finally arrived, he asked me if I wanted to take Porter out for a walk with him. When we did, he opened the front door and there set a new (well used, but new to us) car with a big red bow on it! I couldn't believe it! Drew surprised me by choosing one of the cars we were seriously looking at and putting it in front of our house. We were both very excited and praised God for now having a reliable car that was a great deal.
Alfred? you ask. Well, in the past few weeks of driving it, Drew views the car, with it's sleek black look, to be kind of like a butler or chauffer; therefore, he named him Alfred.
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