The Day I Crashed My Car into the Church

And why I don’t regret it

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I own a 15-year-old Toyota that just won’t die, in spite of my neglect. Since I am not in the habit of buying a new car until the old one has broken beyond all repair, the old Toyota sits forlornly in our backyard as our spare vehicle for occasions when our three kids need to go in four different directions at the same time.