#AtoZChallenge: C is for Courtney Wright, guest blogger


I’m gasping for air a bit in all this #AtoZChallenge hubbub.

Hypothetically, of course. While the entire universe shares its tales of the letter E, I toil away, seeking bits of time to steal to write my C post. And it’s essentially written for me, thanks to today’s guest poster, Courtney, of Blog Me This.

Thanks for the lift, C.

So Courtney is along for the ride as my C-train ticket. She writes a wonderful blog, but even more crucially, she’s an unshakable blog friend who will shine through for you in your darkest or most blog-less and snack-less moments.

Please welcome my friend Courtney as my letter C and my guest blogger today.

Here is a timely topic, what with Madison now among the licensed drivers in North Carolina. I need to show her how to change a tire and jumpstart a car. And be a better role model for proper empty soda can storage (not lining the entire floorboard of a car.)

teen girl
photo credit: Martha.butterflycaught via photopin cc

Panicked College Girl

On my way home from college one Saturday afternoon, I realized my car wasn’t acting right. Because I had no clue how to take care of a car, I had no way of knowing the engine was about to lock up and die on me.

I had received the 1979 Chevrolet Caprice Classic in the divorce agreement between my mother and my stepdad. I had been driving this car since I had turned 16 and I needed one at school which was about 60 miles away. My stepfather relinquished the car but told me nothing about the care. I didn’t know I had to change the oil or put washer fluid in it or make sure the brake fluid chamber was full. I knew nothing about the maintenance of a vehicle because he had always taken care of it.

I was near a small town in Western Kentucky where my aunt and uncle lived, thank God, so when I stopped on the side of the road, I wasn’t far from their house. I was in full panic mode because I was out on a four-lane highway without a house in sight and probably about 10 miles from my aunt and uncle’s house. Fortunately, a car stopped right behind me and an older gentleman headed my way. This was 1983 and if this were today, I would have my guard up and probably be just as scared of a stranger walking up to me in my disabled car as I was about being out in the middle of nowhere with no way to get home.

But I was 20 and naïve and close to home, so I rolled my window down. He was kind and polite and asked me first if I was ok. I started to cry and said something was wrong with my car and I didn’t know what it was or what I was going to do.

He said, “I think you burned up the motor. I have been following you for a while and I could smell the oil and see black smoke coming out from it. I had a feeling you would be on the side of the road soon and here you are.” Then I was really scared and panicked because my mother was 600 miles away in Dallas, and I was not about to call my stepdad and tell him what happened.

This guy reached in and patted my shoulder and told me to calm down because it was just a car and cars can be repaired. The most important part was that I was ok and he was there to help me. Okay, at this point, I was so relieved to have someone who was about my father’s age to help me that I wasn’t thinking about the possible danger I was in, which I wasn’t, thank goodness. He asked me my name and where I was from and where I was headed. Remember I said it was a small town in Western Kentucky?

Everyone knows everyone there. I asked him his name and asked to see his identification and his name sounded very familiar. I told him who my mom and stepdad were and as it turned out; he was a retired sheriff deputy from my hometown and knew my parents. I never felt like I was in danger from this guy. He was kind and just trying to help this poor little college girl who was stuck on the side of the road in a car.

Feeling safe

I told him my aunt and uncle lived just up the road and I could go to their house and call someone. He offered to take me to their house. But then he said if I didn’t feel comfortable getting into the car with him, he would go to their house and tell them where I was. This was the day before cell phones of course so there was no way to call from the car. I did feel safe enough for him to take me to my aunt and uncle’s house so I allowed him to take me there.

He gave me his business card and told me to tell my parents hello after I got out of the car. God was definitely looking out for me that day. Would I do that today? Probably not unless I knew the guy or he was someone’s dad that I grew up with… I am not as trusting as I used to be. *sigh*

I will never forget that experience and how blessed I felt to have the right person show up when I was in need. Ironically, my ex-stepdad was the one who fixed my car and put a new motor in it. He felt somewhat responsible because he had never taught me anything about how to take care of the car.

The day my daughter got her license, she also received a cell phone because I never wanted anything like that to happen to her. We also taught her how to maintain her car and how to change a tire AND she has an AAA card that I still pay for even though she is 30 years old and married.

I learned so much from that experience but one of my greatest lessons was how to maintain a vehicle. I know my car so well now that I could sit in 10 different ones with the same make and model blindfolded and tell you which one was mine by the way it sounds and feels.

I am super sensitive to smells and any little sound it makes. I pray I never find myself on the side of the road again with a stalled car but now I know what to do to prevent that from happening as much as possible.

Courtney Wright

0Bio: I am a mom, wife, student, writer, daughter, sister, sister-in-law, niece, cousin, cousin-in-law *grin* and a very good friend to people. I wear several hats! I do not have it all figured out, but I am having fun trying to do just that. I enjoy life, mentoring kids, and young married couples and playing with my dogs. I love to entertain and have had many get-togethers at our house where my wonderful hubby and I welcome others to laugh, fellowship and love each other….. Acting, writing, and theater have become my passion and I am having a blast going back to school! I love God and my family and my friends and I do my best to be as authentic as I can!

My blog


Other posts in the A to Z Challenge

A is for Approachable Stranger in Target

B is for Boy without a job



  1. Eli… you are the best! Thank you so much for asking me to Guest post! I have never been asked that before and I feel so privileged! {{{HUGS}}} ❤

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      You rocked it, CW.

  2. Lauren Becker says:

    Yeah, these days especially, I’d be pretty terrified of anyone trying to offer me help. Even if I knew the person on some level – unless I knew them REALLY well, no way would I get in their car. lol But I’m glad this story didn’t end badly – and learning about your car is definitely something new drivers should do! 🙂


    1. Right?? As I was writing this, all I could think about was how dangerous it could have been. But I am fairly intuitive and if I had gotten ANY weird vibe, I wouldn’t have gone with him. No way I would do that today unless I already KNEW the person! People are crazy anymore!
      Thanks for stopping by Lauren! ❤

      1. Eli Pacheco says:

        Intuition is big … you can just go by vibe, unless they’re a psychopath. Then you’re doomed.

      2. I feel pretty confident in mine. I have sensed something about people when no one else did. So far, I have always been proven right. Exterior can be sweet and clean and charming. Inside is a whole other ballgame!

    2. Eli Pacheco says:

      I need to teach Madison a thing or three.

  3. Rosey says:

    It was a different time, when someone offering to help was just that: help. Today, definitely I would be wary too. Fortunately, like you said, today we have other measures in place to help, like AAA & Cell Phones. 🙂 Happy to ‘meet ya’ here at Coach’s place (hi Coach!). 🙂

    1. Thanks Rosey! It is very nice to meet you too!!! 🙂
      Cell phones, AAA and other technology certainly help now. We had no such luxury back in the 80s. Plus I was in a small town where everyone knows everyone else. I felt pretty safe but I don’t know if I would get in the car with ANY stranger nowadays.

      1. Eli Pacheco says:

        I’ve given a few rides … but not in several years. It feels like you’re more likely to wind up on the news now than before.

      2. I have stopped once… There was a young couple walking up a ramp off of a highway and I saw the car they were walking from. It was full of kids and another adult. They were at least 5 miles from the nearest phone or gas station. So I picked them up and took them to a phone. Again! back before cell phones. Yes, I am THAT OLD! LOL!

    2. Eli Pacheco says:

      Hi, Rosey! You’d love Courtney’s stuff. Check her out. Same for you, Courtney, about Rosey’s site. It was one of the first I’d checked out when I became a blogger in 1973.

      1. Sounds good! You were a blogger in 1973???? Wow! I didn’t know they had blogs back then!! 😂😉

      2. Eli Pacheco says:

        We carved them on stone tablets.

      3. 😂😂😂😂

  4. Many times i have been stranded, and many times i have had to rescue one of my children. It’s never fun. Even though we do maintain our vehicles, we have things break or tires go flat at the worst times.

    1. I have rescued my daughter a few times as well but NOW she lives 600+ miles away! She also has a husband so I am not the first phone call… I am the SECOND! LOL! Maintaining your vehicle does make a difference but there is no way to anticipate everything. Just make sure your cell phone is charged! LOL! 😉
      Thank you for commenting messymimi! ❤

      1. Eli Pacheco says:

        My car is making a funny sound when I make left-hand turns lately …

      2. Hmmm… sounds like you need to take it to a mechanic!

    2. Eli Pacheco says:

      I’ve had good luck when it comes to breakdowns and running out of gas and flat tires, on slow roads and not in the hustle of traffic!

      1. I have been very fortunate as well. I had a flat on my way to church once (same car btw) and a handsome young man stopped and changed my tire for me! 😉

  5. I am terrible with cars. I literally have no idea what is happening when I turn the ignition on. I really should pay more attention to the inner workings — like how to change a tire! JEESH. I mean I physically couldn’t do it if I did know how (i’m partially disabled) but if I was in a pinch…

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      You could use that super-mama strength and just carry the car home, Kimberly.

      1. I have never had to change a tire, but I know how. I have had AAA for years and it has paid for itself more than once!!
        Like Eli said… Carry the car home! 😂😂 Isn’t he funny? 😏
        Thanks so much for stopping by Kimberly!

      2. Eli Pacheco says:

        I just know the power of super mama strength.

  6. Hooray and appreciation for help in whatever form it comes – including blogging buddies!

    It saddens my heart that we’ve felt the need to become so cautious. But in any case, it’s clear that your experience ended up being an empowering one, and that you’ve passed on what you learned. That’s the very best learning experience isn’t it?

    1. Hey Deborah!! Eli is the best! I feel really fortunate to be a guest blogger for him.
      It really bothers me to that we have to be so cautious. I would reach out and help more but you never know if the person you are helping can be trusted, let alone asking for help. But people can surprise you. When the chips are down, the good ones are usually who show up! Look at Houston floods and Katrina… the best side of humanity can really make a difference. 😉

      1. Eli Pacheco says:

        That side doesn’t make the headlines all the time, the good stuff, that’s the problem!

  7. I have never had to change a tire, but I know how. I have had AAA for years and it has paid for itself more than once!!
    Like Eli said… Carry the car home! 😂😂 Isn’t he funny? 😏
    Thanks so much for stopping by Kimberly!

  8. stomperdad says:

    I’m a fairly trusting person. If I stop to help someone I will do what I can. So if someone were to stop to help me I think I would trust them to do so. I’ve gotten rides and I’ve given rides, but it’s been a long time since either happened.

    1. Hey stomperdad.. Thanks so much for your comment!
      My husband and I have stopped on more than one occasion to help. I have been blessed when I have needed help so I feel like it is paying it forward to help others. If I see a car on the side of the road, I pay close attention to what is going on to make sure I am not needed or that I should call 911…which I have done a time or two also. The worst thing that ever happened to me was seeing a head on collision right in front of me that killed one of the two 18 year old passengers. I stopped and did what I could until help arrived. It was awful! They were sweethearts and had just graduated from high school 2 weeks before the accident. I pray I never witness anything like that again.. 😦

      1. stomperdad says:

        Wow. I couldn’t imagine. I came upon a accident with my boss (I was 19ish) and the lady was going into shock. We stayed until the ambulance got there.

      2. Eli Pacheco says:

        I saw a fatal motorcycle accident on my way to work in Asheville. I can’t hear the song that was playing on the radio now without going right back to that day. The impact is profound.

    2. Eli Pacheco says:

      I feel like if it happens and I’m there, I need to act, or do *something*.

      1. stomperdad says:

        Exactly. If I can do something I feel I need to.

  9. I was a Courtney with my car. As for The Only, she simply doesn’t drive. End of story. Great guest blog, Eli, and a follow for me. Cheers!

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      Glad you liked it! I think lots of kids now are content not to drive.

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