
Every year, at least one person asks me, "What is your favorite car?" For a several years, the answer was - a 1995 Mercury Tracer. With a puzzled look on the inquirers face, as if I misunderstood the question or they didn't hear me clearly, they would respond by saying, "A what?", or "No, really." I'm certain they were expecting me to say something like a Ferrari, Maserati, or Lotus. I explained, that the 1995 Mercury Tracer was my favorite car because it was paid for, I no longer owed the bank, and was not in debt to somebody for this car. I held the title. Now I can say the same about a 2001 Toyota Land Cruiser. Although it is very thirsty (11-13 mpg), maintenance has been nothing more than routine. And I hold the title.
I can't say that about my house. But someday, my car will succumb to the elements, and repairs on this house will be constant until its final day. But how narrow minded I would be if these things were my primary concern.
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For quite some time, I thought that I held the title deed to myself. Master of my own destiny I thought. I tried to own something that wasn't mine, and I hadn't paid for.
I am fascinated about a title deed that no man can fulfill the requirements to open it. It's for the greatest closing to come.