She lives...well, sort of

In order to relieve all of you sorrow and anguish filled people, here is an update on Little Purple.  As previously mentioned, my dear Little Purple (my very first car, a 1997 purple Escort) suffered a serious injury and her future health was in jeopardy.  We had all written her off for dead but were hoping for a miracle.  Well, I suppose it is safe to say that miracles do happen.  With a very fortunate turn of events, my sister was able to get enough money from the insurance company to buy back the totalled car, repair it, paint it, and get her looking good as new.  So Little Purple went to the car hospital, had a new arm or door put on and got her repairs taken care of.  Thank you to the donor car that was willing to lose a limb so that Purple could live again.  Then, rather than have a purple car with a different color door, my nephew opted for a new paint job or skin transplant if you will.  So, Purple received a fresh, shiny, new coat of black paint.  So I guess it is fair to say that Little Purple is no more, but Big Black is taking over.  So, welcome back, and may you enjoy your new skin.