Sometimes little gifts are bestowed upon us and it is best to always remember them later to give in return and to say, "Thank you."
Mom had asked me about changing the oil in my car yesterday. Now follow me closely in that me getting an oil change is a gargantuan feat. It takes a carefully orchestrated ordeal to get my car out to AMAC and get this done. I can't pay for them.
"When was the last time you had your oil changed?" Mom asked yesterday.
"The week my stolen car was returned to me by the police," I told her.
"That's been two years!" mom exclaimed.
Well, dearest mom followed me out there this morning and I have an oil pan of clean, fresh oil now. I'm not too worried about engine damage since I've driven less than one thousand miles in those two years. It is nice to have peace of mind though. That is the only car I am going to have for the foreseeable future. Thank you mom. I love you.