Habitat for Humanity Car Donation Review

“Because Habitat for Humanity has a track record of centering humans in their work by securing housing, Toots chose them for her final resting place.”

Toots was diagnosed with MS nearly the exact same time that I was. Is that a true statement? No. It’s not. MS is a people disease. Toots is a car. But while my engine was on the fritz, so was hers. She was a little less than halfway through her life, and perhaps I was a little less than halfway through mine at the time. The latter remains to be seen. Toots was my wheelbarrow, my pick-up truck, my bicycle mover, my commuter, my miracle-parker. Toots was my unpredictable semi-reliable one-and-only for 9 years and 115,276 miles. In her I learned about the regional food system and supported local permaculture. She helped me support live arts, and helped me lean into retreat. She survived many late night blowouts and revitalizing protests. Toots rescued 3 sub/urban wild creatures. One lived. Most of all, Toots helped me build bonds. Shelter is one of our basic needs. When we have it, we have a start at room to build, grow, nourish, and nurture. Toots became part of my habitat. Because Habitat for Humanity has a track record of centering humans in their work by securing housing, Toots chose them for her final resting place.

Thank You, Zoe!

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