Welcome To the Downright Nasty Country – IOTW Report

Welcome To the Downright Nasty Country

Americans are great, I don’t care what that sweaty Amazon, with the permanent scowl, said.

In 2003, when Justin Rozier was 9 months old,

his dad was killed in Iraq.

Now that Justin was turning 15, he began thinking about what kind of car he’d like to own. He told his mother he’d like to have any car that his dad used to drive. Just the type, not THE car. He was desperate for a connection with his fallen father.

His mother, Jessica, had to sell her husband’s 1999 Toyota Celica convertible after his death in order to make ends meet. She thought maybe, just maybe, she could track that car down again. It was an extreme long shot. The car might not even be roadworthy, sitting as a metal cube in a junkyard.

But she had to try —-

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ht/ annie

 

24 Comments on Welcome To the Downright Nasty Country

  1. What a story! I know Justin will care for that car and as the story stated, it wasn’t really about a car. Now, Justin has another connection with his Dad. Superb people all the way around–thank you.

  2. That’s a fantastic story.

    I think the reason we don’t know the millions of acts of kindness and charity from Deplorables is because we’re not supposed to go around telling people about how wonderful we are. How can God reward us if we’re already taking credit for something He’s given us? I think this is why heroes don’t like to be called heroes.

  3. The goodness and kindness of people can be forgotten in the news of the day. God bless this family and all who sacrificed for America. God bless all Americans who love this country!

  4. To actually hold a piece of history that you know was held by someone in particular is moving in itself.

    To hold and have something of your own history, to literally feel your connection is priceless. I know he will treasure this and keep it the rest of his life. We witnessed a family heirloom being found and passed down to once empty, eager and now grateful hands. How moving.

    Almost like looking at your first born for the first time and welcoming the child to a loving home and life.

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