Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
For the past 10 days, Shannonâ€™s been stalking a 1986 BMW. Â Sheâ€™s Â had Â good Â feelings Â about Â the Â car. Â Sheâ€™s burned a Â candle Â or two. Sheâ€™s Â done Â her Â research, too, checking out the Vehicle Identification Number, its maintenance history, online forums Â by same Â year and same model owners.
The car itself seemed to call to her. She drove it; I drove it. It felt good inside. Solid. Positive. It felt loved.
When she called to make an offer on it the next day, she discovered that a previous contender had come back and, provided he could deliver cash or a cashierâ€™s check, the car was sold. She was crushed, but shook it off and forced herself to stay positive.
While she waited for her rival to return with a check, she imagined herself driving that old BMW. He failed to how Â by Â Saturday Â and Â his Â deadline Â was Â extended Â until Monday and then finally until Wednesday (today). Mean- while, Shannon got to know the family who was selling the car, and they got to know her.
Last night, Â the Â deal Â with Â the Â rival Â fell Â through. Â He hadnâ€™t worked for the money and couldnâ€™t come up with it. Shannon had cash ready. The owner knew how much she wanted this car and they wanted her to Â be the new owner, even while they were honoring the deal theyâ€™d al- ready Â made. Once the other contender dropped out the path was clear.
Sheâ€™d already had negative dealings with other car sellers, with Â information hidden and the deal feeling rotten to the core. Ten days ago, sheâ€™d said that if sheâ€™d bought the car whose negotiation she walked out on, she would have felt bad about the car from the beginning.
This, on the other hand, was one of the most positive business dealings Iâ€™ve ever experienced. The owner of the car, a very sweet English professor, had loved the car and really seemed to not want to part with it.
And then there was Shannon, already in love with the car and wanting it very much.
It was a deliciously Â sweet exchange Â of one precious possession Â being Â lovingly Â passed Â to someone Â who Â will love it just as much.
The energy, Â as we took a walk later, was extremely positive. Or as Shannon said to me, â€œI feel so good about this car.â€
Thatâ€™s the way it should be with everything.