I soon realize the plus of being stuck here…I got to meet the future Mr. Goodwrench or even better, the future Ralph Gilles . This industrious little guy was busy building a car while the others were just working on car parts.

I watched him transform a small ordinary juice box into a vehicle with windows and doors that open and close, tires and an antenna.

“Hi there”
“Hi”
“Did you make that all by yourself?”
“Yes”
You did a great job. You are very good.
He smiled, shrugged his shoulders “I make dem all the time when me boxjuice finish.”

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Oh, so to him, it’s no big deal, but to me it shows a lot of creativity. Sorry I didn’t take a picture of it.

He’s shy until you get him talking about cars and finding out what trouble dem. He comes with his father from time to time. He wants to be a mechanic when he grows up.

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The conversation I had with this little one made me glad I was stranded at a garage during my vacation. He asked me where I came from. You don’t give much thought to children picking up on the different dialect or accent, at least I didn’t until that afternoon. I got a kick out of him giggling at the way I pronounced things, but not really understanding that I didn’t have a speech disability, I was just American. Evidently, I was his first foreign voice.

Mr. O tells me the car is fixed and we can go.

“Oh sweetie, I have to leave. It was nice talking with you.”

He just smiled and joined his dad.

The sun continued to shine.