I had mentioned to my friend Solomon Preko that I was thinking about buying a G-Wagen, and he told me his neighbor owned one. He said he would ask if I could test drive it the next time I visited. However, I never took him up on his offer. This experience taught me a valuable lesson about neglecting myself, reminding me that, in our efforts to make others happy, we sometimes forget to treat ourselves. The decision-making process took unexpected turns. One August day, I shifted the blame, saying to Ewurama, “You don’t seemconcerned about my carbuying dilemma.” Her response was like a breath of fresh air: “How about we go look at cars this weekend?” The weekend came, and there I stood, facing a choice. First, we went to the BMW dealership, considering the X7, but it didn’t meet our expectations. Then, like treasure hunters, we ventured to the Range Rover dealership, admiring the long SUVs. We fell in love with them, but patience wasn’t my strong suit, and there was a long 9-month wait. It was then that I realized my automotive destiny had been clear all along, hidden in plain sight - the G-Wagen. I immersed myself in research, reading numerous positive testimonials that increased its appeal. But the price remained a concern. However, one testimonial stood out: “The hardest part of buying this car is the price, and the easiest part of owning it is the maintenance.” Then, one morning in bed, I asked Ewurama, “What do you think about me getting the G-Wagen?” Her resounding affirmation echoed through my soul: “You deserve it.” With renewed determination, I scoured the digital realm, and there it was - a G-Wagenwaitingat a local dealership.We visited, admired, and, finally, experienced the thrill of a test drive. It was an amazing automotive experience, a rugged yet luxurious tank. Negotiations continued for another two weeks, testing our patience and determination. Then, on the morning of the purchase, as the sun painted the sky with promise, I woke up early. With hope in my heart, I whispered a prayer to the heavens, “Give me a sign, dear Lord.” The signs poured in like a waterfall of blessings. My whole morning was full of positives: I didn’t trip and fall, the boys didn’t call me from school that they left something at home, Ewurama didn’t text me that the school kids were being bad, my siblings and parents didn’t send any negative texts. As I looked back at The Birthday Journal cover page, now a year old, I marveled at the power of speaking dreams into reality. The G-Wagen was more than just a car; it symbolized self-acknowledgment, a testament to the fact that in the grand theater of life, sometimes, you have to be your own leading star. 47 The Birthday Journal
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