When God Speaks

My name is Chevrolet Blaze Smith, but everyone calls me Chevy. I love my life most of the time, but there have been times when things could have been better. I know several that have not been as fortunate as myself. Some were abused, some neglected, and others expected more of than any car is capable of giving. I also know a few who have become part of the system. They were given up for adoption at a young age and since been passed around from one family to another. In and out of foster homes, all for the sake of the mighty dollar. I cannot say that my life has been bad because it hasn’t and if blame lies anywhere for anything then I am to blame. I am blessed beyond measure. I have wonderful parents who since the day I was produced have taken great care of me. They earnestly wanted me and proved so by loving and caring for me. Still do at times though I am now grown. I guess you never ‘not need’ your parents, especially the good ones.

I give them props. They raised me well. They made sure I had all the things a new car needs. Service was done regularly to keep me strong. Not settling for second best, I was fed the high grade gasoline, the synthetic oil was a given and checkups were done on a regular schedule. They were not rich, but lack of money was no excuse for my well being. I rarely got sick, but when I did, it was straight to the doctor to find the problem. Whatever it was, they made sure I had the best.

I remember a time when I was careless and didn’t let them know that I needed some water. I was so busy playing that I didn’t alert them that I was dehydrated and forgot to turn my light on to alert them. This caused a major problem. I needed a transplant, a new water pump if you will. I became so sick I overheated and collapsed on the side of the road. I didn’t think I would make it through that one, but thanks to great parents and the love they gave me, I recovered pretty quickly. My name was put on the donor list and within a week I was back to normal. Being such wonderful parents, they let me rest a lot, just to be sure I was not rejecting my new organ, the water pump. They watched me carefully making sure I showed no signs of rejecting my new part. I know my sibling, Kia, didn’t like the fuss being made over me because she had to take on some of my chores while I recuperated. But, they would have done the same for her if places were switched so she did help out a lot until I was 100% again. You see, Kia & I both were adopted when we were newborns, but you would never know it by the love our parents showered us with.

Our parents were wonderful, but they were strict about some things. Such as who they left us with when sick. If the people didn’t have good references or reviews, we didn’t stay with them. Or if someone wanted us to stay the night with them, my Mom gave them the 10th degree by asking for license and insurance info and unless she felt comfortable and satisfied with the answers given then we stayed home. We were always told when we began to pout about not being able to go that one day when we had our own we would understand, but for now we would just have to trust her. So, we did. What choice did we have? My parents one pet peeve was Kia & I being dirty. There was absolutely no reason for this they told us. They made sure we looked our best at all times and acted like we had sense. No loud noises and banging into others were allowed. We were quiet and listened, most of the time, to what we were told. There wasn’t any room for being loud, rude and obnoxious. We were not brought up that way and behavior like that would not be tolerated. My parents were the quiet kind so there wasn’t a lot of talk just to be talking. But, if we needed encouragement they always gave it. With a little pat on the back and a few kind words, we were made whole.

Our parents trained us well. There wasn’t any settling for second best when we could be the best. They set examples for us to follow such as no half stepping by rolling through a stop sign. No, we must completely stop, look both ways, then proceed cautiously. They always told us we must not only look out for ourselves, we had to watch others as well because some less fortunate than us may not obey the rules and this might bring harm to us. They taught us to always remember to alert them if something was wrong. They taught us to make a loud noise if someone tried to grab us and take off. They taught us to be considerate of others when on the highway and if we could help another, then do so. Dad said that there may be times when another one wants out of the place they are in and no one will let them out, so we must do the right thing and let them in front of us. Karma is real and what comes around goes around so be mindful we were told. Another lesson we were taught was that others may have tempers or just not be very nice individuals. Selfishness is what we were told this could be and those kinds could cause trouble for us if we were not aware. So, we needed to keep our heads right and not join in the fight over nothing. Let them get in front of us, let them make all the noise they want, but we should remain calm and giving because in the end the things that seemed huge are actually minute and no one would remember those things anyway. Let them have their way, but you do what is right we were taught.

I am so grateful for parents like mine and because of this, I am willing to take them anywhere, anytime in as much luxury and comfort as I am capable of. Kia feels the same.

“This post was written by taking an inanimate object and speaking as if it were like other people.”