Goodbye, Soul

I have had a lot on my mind lately. My life has changed in quite a few ways, very quickly. Some good changes, some bad. I’m not stressed or worried about anything, just in heavy thought. The wedding, obviously, has taken up a lot of my thinking, trying to picture exactly how I want my big day. The other portion of my thoughts have been problem-solving on how to fix the bad changes. Both of these things have completely consumed my mind.

It cost me a vehicle.

I had a few used vehicles as a teenager, crashed and totaled the first one and the other two just had major issues. I bought my very own brand new Kia Soul in 2015. I was so very proud of it and I took great care of it. I never missed a payment, never missed an oil change. She was running good. My plan was to drive it until the wheels fell off. Well, I drove it up until about a week ago.

I arrived to work around 10:40 pm. I gathered my things from the car and proceeded to walk in. As I am walking, I see something out of the corner of my eye, so I turn and my Soul is rolling backwards. At first, I jumped and ran maybe two steps, but then quickly realized there was nothing I could do. I had to stand there and watch my Soul drive off into the great unknown. It was literally the most helpless feeling in the world.

It soon made its way into the main driveway where cars enter the facility. There are no lights in that area, so it was very dark and my car was black with no lights on. There were a couple of cars coming up the driveway and I don’t think they could see the runaway Soul, so I had to start flailing my arms around to try to get these people to stop. Thankfully, my shenanigans worked and my Soul was able to keep on rolling.

Next, it proceeded to run up onto a curb and then leisurely make its way down a field where it smacked into a tree. I was thinking, okay this shouldn’t be too bad, so I made my way to the wreckage to take a look at the damage.

It was bad.

The whole trunk was destroyed, window gone. The roof and part of the left side was damaged and there were pieces of my Soul laying all over the ground. It was still drive-able, so I took it back to my parking spot to further access what I had done to the poor Soul. At this point I really didn’t know what to do, so I called my father and he let me vent for a minute. I then called my fiance who told me “well, that’s what insurance is for”. I realized he was right and headed on in to work.

Everyone was asking why I was late and I began to tell them about what I had done. The car was a manual transmission and I forgot to pull the emergency brake when I parked the car. Everyone felt bad for me, but we got some good laughs out of it. Nobody was hurt and nothing was damaged besides the car, so it was okay to laugh at my stupidity. My boss said he ran into an old lady coming in, who was apparently frightened by the scene. She didn’t realize it was a wreck, though. She thought someone was in a hurry to get home from work, so they backed up really fast onto the curb and didn’t have their lights on yet. That also got a great laugh.

So, the next day, I took the car in to be looked at and the damages were more than the car was worth, so I had to say goodbye to the Soul. I was pretty heartbroken, but luckily, I had purchased gap insurance when I bought the car (which I recommend) so everything was covered and I was able to purchase me a brand spanking new Honda.

Everything is fine, but my clogged up mind cost me my Soul.



  1. t.g.maguire · July 8, 2017

    Harlie, I am so sorry. Keep writing, you’ll get through the blockage! Don’t forget to keep living the beautiful life you have.

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