Jim Lawlor was my uncle. He married my dad's little sister. Both of them have been good to me for decades.
52 years ago I was in a very, very bad car accident. When I had recuperated for a few weeks, I came to St. Louis to stay with Anna and Jim. (Uncle Jim came to the bus station to pick me up.) It was a difficult time for me.
I could not put any weight on my right ankle. I did not know if I would be able to walk again without pain.
(Anna would put a garbage bag around my cast each day so that I could take a shower without getting the cast wet. God bless her.)
One day Jim decided that I needed to get a car and drive it back to Kansas.
He took me car shopping--at least I thought at age 23 that that is what we were doing. I got into the driver's seat of a Gran Torino to test it out; Jim sat in the passenger's seat. I drove the car in a large parking lot in Columbia unaware of what was happening. Finally Jim said; "I don't think this is the car for you."
Years later he told me that he had no intention of me buying a car that day. He just wanted me to get behind the wheel of a car so that I would not be afraid when I could start driving again.
It worked. I have never been afraid to drive--thanks to the insight and goodness of my Uncle Jim. May God rest his dear soul.
Barbara Sonnenmoser