I once was lost, but now I'm found!

I received a call today.
They found my truck.
It has been a week almost to the hour that my truck was stolen. I had several people tell me that if we find it at all we will be fortunate. Luckily it is still in one piece, but I have to go and get it. The problem is, is that I might have to take a few days off of work to go and get it.
Where is it that it would take more than a day to go get it?
San Antonio.
My truck turned up in San Antonio.
Sounds like a country song huh? Stephen Bailey and I already have the rights for the idea and are in the developmental stages of the song. Look for the album to hit store shelves next fall.
Ironically, I have received the same reaction to finding it, that I did when it was stolen!
Comments like...
"You're kidding."
"Are you serious?"
I feel like I am as shocked it was recovered as I was when it was stolen! Maybe that has to do with the fact that Kevin Wasner sent me an email describing a television program sponsored by an insurance company featuring car thieves. In the program, these "professionals" stripped a car down in 8mins and 43secs. From off the lot, into every available part that could be sold or taken off of the vehicle.
Kyla and I had broken up with the truck. We had buried it. And now, it is like Tom Hanks returning from his island, dead but now alive. Yet we are reserved. This is the first time anyone has driven the truck outside of Kyla's family and mine, since it left the lot. We don't know where it has been, how it was driven what might be hidden inside.
What a great analogy for the concept of redemption!
There is a devo in here somewhere...

Oh, Dodge you left me alone.
Were on your way to San Anton'.
Now there's no gas left in your tank.
Whoever took you, I hope they don't stank.

If you bought this truck, and paid with cash.
I hope you didn't hide coke in my dash.
Arrests were made, you won't be missed.
If you sold my iPod, I'm gon' be ....uh..... mad.

M@