Love Will Never Leave You Stranded On The Side Of The Road

It began snowing again today. That meant I needed to move my car. My poor, poor car. I love that car. I, in fact, named my car Love. Seems an odd name for such a worn vehicle. My Love is a purple Chevy Beretta made in 1996. I think she is beautiful. People probably laugh often at how she sounds, the way things always break, and how much I still value her.
"I hope she starts" I thought as I crossed my fingers and got bundled up to clean her off and move her. She has only moved twice since Christmas.
On Christmas night while traveling home from celebrating with family, Love encountered some problems. She was leaking fluid. My fiance was a bit nervous when we had to stop several times to let her cool down. I could see the obvious panic on his face. We were cold. My daughter covered herself and tried to stay warm in the back seat. I sat crunched in my seat with my didgeridoo, chuckling. My fiance looked at me with such a perplexed look. I could almost hear his thoughts.
"WHAT exactly could this woman possibly find amusing about freezing on the side of the road?!!"
With that, I simply said "It's Christmas. Give the miracle a chance. Relax, and DON'T PANIC!"
He obviously had no clue how we were going to get home, or from where I drew my faith.
We eventually got to a gas station. It was ,of course, closed due to the holiday. My fiance tried his best to hold it together in that cold car as we waited for help to arrive. I was proud of both him and my daughter. I laughed and kept the morale up the best I could. Finally, his sister pulled up with her father and some much needed antifreeze. Still a half hour from home, I could tell my fiance was still afraid we wouldn't make it. As we began down the road, I said to him as I grabbed his hand,
"Don't worry baby. Love will never leave you stranded on the side of the road."
We had one more stop to refill and the rest of the ride was smooth. We even had heat.
I remembered this journey, and other adventures with my car, as I cleared the snow from her windshield and windows. My hands were burning it was so cold. I had no scraper and had to clear the snow by hand. It was a small sacrifice to move her away from the plows. I smiled as I did this frozen work.
"I hope she starts" I thought again as I turned the key.
She started right up. I smiled. Love is my vehicle, and will never leave me stranded on the side of the road. It's true. I guess I named my car well.