The “shop” as we so endearingly refer to it, is our auto body collision repair business that we started in April 2000. My husband grew up in this industry at the very shop that we purchased from his uncle. We actually have a great testimony of how we came to be the proud owners of this fine establishment.
It was Thanksgiving and we had gone to Cloudcroft, NM with all of my family and with my sweet in-laws. We had an eventful few days filled with eating, shopping and hiking in the mountain air and the weekend had come to an end. The plan was for us to drive John’s parents home and then we would proceed home to Austin. As we traversed the winding roads down the mountain, conversation turned to John’s uncle’s body shop in his hometown. He was well passed the age of retirement and none of his five sons were interested in taking on the task of managing the family business. We are not sure if it was planned or not, but seeds were planted that afternoon. Seeds of dreams, plans, visions of uprooting and moving to a small West Texas town. We didn’t know how it would happen. It seemed crazy and scary, yet at the same time, it felt right.
After we dropped his parents off, we talked non-stop the remaining five hours of the drive home. We had no clue how to buy a business. We had a huge task ahead of us. We had never borrowed that kind of money before. We both had good, stable jobs. Is this really what we should be thinking? Truthfully, we had felt a sense of urgency for a good three months past that we never could put our fingers on. It was a stirring for change. Was this what God had been preparing us for, getting us all primed up and ready to receive such a notion of becoming entrepreneurs? We had to weigh out all of our options.
I was in my second year of teaching elementary school. And, I loved it. I had finally found my calling, my passion; and, I put my heart into it. I loved my students, their parents and I especially loved my colleagues. I was blessed with a fantastic principal and team teachers. This was really not the right time to go and change everything. And, John was the top-paid technician at a body shop that was within walking distance of our home. He walked to and from work everyday and enjoyed coming home for lunch and a daily dose of “Days of Our Lives” (his secret addiction). Life as we knew it was about to change.
To Be Continued…