A wing and a prayer

A wing and a prayerIt is so hard to do the things you want when you don't have a car. Sometimes I feel so helpless not having a car. Maybe because I'm so used to having one. I have worked since I was 15 years old and I've had a car since I was 18. My little girls school called me just the other day and told me that she had gotten hurt on the playground and that she probably needed stitches. My daughter had told the nurse not to call because I didn't have a way to come and get her. I jumped up and got dressed then I searched through my phone to see if there was anyone who could take me to get her. No one! I have absolutely no one! No family here with me, besides my sister, but she can't drive. She's 27 years old and still can't drive so what help is she? I didn't have money for a taxi. I could've walked a mile to get on the bus, but I would have to catch the bus to the train station, then get on the train, then go all the way into downtown Atlanta to catch the other bus that I needed and then ride all the way back to East Point on it. By then my little girl may have passed out. I cried so hard as I figured out what to do. My van was sitting outside. No tag, no emission sticker, no insurance, no life whatsoever, but what choice did I have. I drove the van. With the burning smell and the cutting off, I was so scared I would blow up in this thing. When I took it for emission testing they told me it was "too dangerous to drive". But my baby needed me. I prayed that I wouldn't get stopped or that the car would make it. I made it and sure enough my daughter needed stitches. So I took her to the emergency room they stitched her up and we came back home. We made it. On a wing and a prayer, but we made it. I really need some transportation. Next time I might not be so lucky.