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My Life, My Choice Chapter 3: Meeting my Father and Annie

... business as he had a passion for cars as well. “I was in my last year of enlistment and fighting a war in some far distance land,” John said. He lowered his head as he added, “I got called in and they told me I was needed back at home as there had been an accident.” Upon returning home, he found his home, the garage, the workshop and his parents gone. The fire Chief told John he was sorry, there was nothing they could do. When they arrived, the fire was out of control engulfing the building. The fire chief walked him over to a burnt out shell of a car. “We found their bodies here both reaching out to get into the car.,” “I think they had planned on driving out through the flames but the smoke over came them.” “Sorry for your lose son they were good people,” The fire Chief said to him. My mother got some tissues so she and I might wipe our eyes as John went on with his story. His home, his family was gone as well as the business he hoped someday to run. He explained he had that burnt shell of a car removed and placed into storage. That burnt out car was “Annie”, John explained and that he placed her into storage. However he had no home now so the army became his home. He always thought when he had the time he would restore “Annie” in memory of his parents, “Mary and Carl, the names within the heart,” I said to him. John shook his head yes and replied, “That time came years later when the helicopter I was in got shot down,” “I don’t know how I survived or why,” “However my ...

... personal war and my time in the army would end that day,” he added. He told us he barely survived his wounds from the crash. After six months in a hospital overseas, they sent him back home. It was to recover or to die so at least I would die at home. He smiled at my mother as he told her, “I used to think about us a lot back then.” “So much I thought I even saw you walk into my room one day however when I awoke I realized it was only a dream,” John said to my mother smiling at her. He explained when they released him from the hospital he was still only half the man he used to be. His legs did not work right he could barely use his right arm and hand as pieces of the helicopter had went through it and most of the rest of his body. He held up his right arm showing the scar I had noticed earlier. He thought what better therapy for his legs, hand, arm and himself than rebuilding Annie and his life. It took him two years and every nickel he had but he rebuilt his home, that garage workshop, himself and Annie to being brand new again. John smiled telling us fate had brought him back to my mother. He explained he normally buys his parts online or makes them himself. However, he needed those parts quickly as they were for Annie. “The old gal is going to run few races this year around the state,” John said. My mother gave John a look and he added, “I got over that accident Linda finally and I know it was not my fault.” “However, I never got over you,” as he took hold of her hand. My ...