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Intervento Divino

I'm in love with this world—the one God has created for me because the only way that things could ever fall so seamlessly into place is by divine intervention. Well, at least this is what I have to believe. Let me explain.

At the age of 14 years old, my stepdad came to me and handed me the keys to a Honda Civic that he had just purchased for all of $500. You see, just a few weeks before I had begged him and my mom to teach me to drive because as soon as I could get a license I was going to try.

"They get on that bike, whatever's going on in their life, it's all gone. They can escape…and ride." - 12 O'clock Boys

Anyway, at that time I guess this was his way of discouraging me, by giving me the keys to a stick shift/manual transmission car. In theory, I had known how to drive an automatic transmission car, but what the hell was a stick shift anyway?

He tossed the keys at me and told me to figure out how to get around the block, and that he would be back down once I did so. An hour later, once I returned, I shut off the car and went upstairs, mentally drained from what had just transpired, but secretly happy because I had figured it out.

Weeks later I was driving that Honda Civic everywhere. Sure it was an old piece of crap, and yes it had several different colors to it that just didn't belong, but I was 14 years old, and no one in my age group, in any of the high schools I had attended so far could drive. Anyway, a few months after that the car gave in. Oddly enough it had nothing to do with me and more to do with the $500 my stepdad had paid for it. A year and a half later I would go on to buy my first car, with my own money that I made that Summer right before starting school again in the fall.

A year ago I landed in Naples after a long flight and a connecting one in from Germany. I had reserved an automatic car from the rental agency, but I was too tired to wait in line for it at the airport that evening, so I went ahead to the hotel instead in a taxi thinking that I could just grab it in the morning.

The next morning we had breakfast on the rooftop of the hotel, and then headed off to the rental agency back at the airport. I guess you can assume what happened next—there were no more cars with automatic transmissions. It had been some time since I drove a manual transmission around; as you have probably guessed by now, the last time I drove one I was 14 years old. Anyway, we took the little Fiat with us and off we went into the Amalfi Coast and into our new house for a while.

Driving through Italy for the next few chapters in my life would be a magic that I could never really explain. Actually, the only way I could explain it is to say that it was the same divine intervention that has always been in my life that has allowed me to experience and see such a beautiful world because had it not been for it putting my stepdad into my life, and him challenging me with a stick shift vehicle, and us not losing out on our original rental car reservation, well then Italy may have been a completely different experience altogether for me and I'm not too sure that it would have been so perfectly and magically wonderful.

cp'14

Cyrus Pavel.