There are SO many, but this one was one of my favorites. That old creaky Sable I drove that fit each and every one of us inside...How I scraped it DOWN TO THE METAL on mom and dads brick mailbox..I called you crying because I just knew they were going to kill me once they saw it....You told me, "Sissy. Look. I can fix it. Calm down. I'll see you when you get here." So I drove out to Macon to pick you up. You came out, stopped in your tracks, your jaw dropped, and your hand went to your forehead. All you could manage to get out was, "Uhhh...well..." I threw a fit and cried again, because you TOLD ME YOU COULD FIX IT! So off to AutoZone we went. You picked up some touch up paint, and by the grace of God alone, my parents didn't even notice for another 6 months. No matter how bad it seemed to be, you always were able to fix it. Even if only for a little while.