A local locksmith is busy changing the locks on my car today. All I know is my mother called and asked me what model year it was (2001) and said they were changing the locks over at the police station. Hopefully, this means my car will be returned to me soon. I am going to take a long ride out in the country and really let my hair down. I never drove much, but didn't realize how much I would just miss the freedom of having the option to drive.
I meet the vocational rehabilitation case manager next Thursday at the hospital. I am so excited. I haven't been this excited about something in years and years. I have read where they will pay for you to go to a vocational school. I have thought about car repair/mechanics as a job. I actually went to school to be a mechanic for a year, but my ex-wife didn't like the idea at the time. Her and my father talked me into quitting and going to work for AutoZone as a shift manager. I have a very keen aptitude for doing this -- almost a gift.