My car was turned into a sandwich on Saturday evening as I was returning from a simple trip to the store. The rest of life was looking up (except for not having any money) - now I'm out 1 reliable, well maintained, motor vehicle for the forseeable future. If it is totaled by the insurance company, the cash value according to the NADA is not going to be enough to buy an exact replica - in age, condition, or type - of what I had. It will certainly not be enough to replace the practical and sentimental value.
There were certainly things about my car that I hated, but I knew my car and it knew me and I could tolerate it's flaws because it never once left me hanging. It was being quite ornery recently, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed. My ultimate point is the same question(s) everyone always asks: Why me and why now? Why can't I just have a little stretch where everything goes smoothly at the same time? Why do we always have to ask the same rhetorical questions all the time? That's all.