I heard the chiming "clink" just after the wrench slipped out of my fingertips -- tender from turning screws bare-handed a couple of days ago. "Drat," I thought. "Praise God" was not on the top of my list of thoughts, no.

But, I got down on my knees, then flipped over belly-up, shoulder-crawled under the front of my truck, reached with outstretched arm and grabbed that little bugger of a tool. I shimmied back out and as I raised my knee to kick myself up and off the ground, it hit me. "The tool!" No, I hadn't left it under the truck -- but, I did think it was probably the most fantastic thing since sliced bread.

I'm not a mechanic by trade, but by necessity.

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