My Prized Possession

Its kind of weird today she wanted us to write a story about our most prized possession when actualy im have huge issues with mine. My most prized possession is my 1994 Chevy 1500 ext cab 4x4. Yea I know its a old truck. Its not bran new or tricked out and customized its just a average truck, with rust spots. But my papaw the man i love the most in the world, the man who raised my till i was seven when my parents wanted nothing to do with me bought that truck bran new. I remember the day he braught it home. The green paint shined all over the chrome polished. When you opened the doors you saw the beautiful clean gray leather and carpet and then the smooth shiny wood trim around the dash and dooors. It just honestly was the most beautifulest truck i ever had seen. From that day forward i always said that was going to be my truck when i got older. And it is now. Even though my papaw really didnt wanat to sell it to me, because of the age of it and the gas and the possibilty of something costly going out. But i didnt care i wanteds that truck and i got it anyways.

Here recently i have ben trying to save my money to repair the rust damage and work on the motor so i could be sure itd last. Now when i said saved i mean a few hundred. But now my transmission has went out. it will cost around 2,000 to get a new one. Thats alot of money just to make my truck run again. My parents are telling me to sell it and buy something better. But i honestly don't know. I know thats a crap load of money and its a old truck but i honestly don't think you could ever put a price tag on my truck. Thats the first truck i ever drove. When i was six i shot my first deer from that truck. Theres just ben to many memorys to name with it.

So i guess my problem is, i have to have something to drive to get from work and back, and untill i fix my truck it cant br drove. And it will take a while for me to get it. So do i sell my greatest prized possession and get a better truck that doesnt need as much work or do i keep the memorys and strugle to keep it running and gas in it.

Some Gave Nothing Others Gave it There All

Today is Veterans Day, a day to honor and remember all of the people who risked there life for our simple freedoms that we take granite every day. Honestly every morning or even once a day how many of actually stop to think how about the thousands who serve in our military? The thousands that left there friends, family, new wives, or even a new child to go thousands a miles away from home to fight for our freedom. My guess is not very many, and its sad and pisses me off. Because i know today during the assembly some where in the gym will be a few students who don't care and think its funny to make noises or be disruptive. And its not funny, its disrespectful and dishonoring. In the perfect world of Lee West those few disruptive students would be sent right the front line to learn the cost of freedom. But this isn't my perfect world. I just don't understand why its so hard for people take a few minutes out of the boring pointless life to just honor and remember those who have and our willing to give it there all. Freedom is not free, and if everyone as a nation together doesn't start to realize this we wont have it much longer. I know i cant make other remember or honor them but i promise i will as long as i live, and after high school i will join the Marines as another way to honor the fallen, but also so other generations can enjoy the freedom's i have

Thw one day id want to live over again was saturday night at the country fair this past summer. It was the tractor pulls championship. Lookn back that night was prolly the last time i was truely happy. I wouldnt change i thing about that day. Everything about it was perfect from the time i woke up and went to work to the time i fall asleep in the bed of my truck. I know that a time like that will never happen again which is prolly why that night means so much to me.