An Open Letter to Ford Motor Company
Taking a brief detour from my usual topics, I thought I would use this medium to share an open letter from my mother to Ford Motor Company.
I had never
owned a brand new car.
It was December
2011 and I was going to be 66 on New Year’s Eve.
I went into Roy
O’Brien Ford Dealership, sat down with a salesperson
and literally
described the car of my dreams.
I wanted a
Taurus – a red Taurus.
I wanted a
Taurus because I read the reviews, I talked to informed people,
and I believed it
to be the safest car on the road.
Weeks later I
drove away with a 2012 Ford Taurus Limited -
Red Candy Metallic w/white leather interior, sun
roof, heated/cooled seats,
rear sun shade – and SYNC.
We had her
undercarriage rustproofed, and we had her pinstriped by the dealership.
Jim Galli, who
did the pinstriping, was a true artist
and has since
died from cancer.
We “secretly”
named our Taurus Rory.
Rory is an
animated red racing car
that our
three-year-old grandson loved to watch on Saturday mornings.
I am telling you
all of this because I want you to visualize this car,
not only as a
classic example of what the Taurus could be,
but as part of a
family’s life, providing safety, comfort, and pride.
She never went
without a regular tune up or a full tank of gas.
And she never went anywhere without a car wash.
On January 30,
2016 my husband and I were attending a birthday party
at Mr. Paul’s
Chop House in Roseville.
We left the
party somewhere around 11:30 pm.
Witnesses say we
were hit by a police car
that was racing
down Grosebeck without lights or a siren.
Apparently the
officer was on a call.
We were hit
broadside, between the driver’s door and the passenger door.
We were spun
around and ended up in the left lane of oncoming traffic.
I understand that
the sound of the crash was bone chilling.
However, inside
the car we were wrapped in a cushion of white
that covered us
and blocked the view from our side windows.
We called out to
each other, but someone else was shouting as well.
“You have been hit! Do you want me to call 911”?
Over and over
again the recording kept repeating itself.
We were dazed,
and it took us several seconds to realize
that the voice
we were hearing was the SYNC.
My husband
turned off the ignition and the recording stopped.
We sat there, in
this surreal situation,
and realized
that we were both unharmed.
It was a
miracle.
By the Grace of
God and the engineering genius
of side air bags
in our Taurus – we were both unharmed.
Even more
surreal, I was not afraid.
I had no idea
what was going on around me.
I heard the
sirens and saw flashing lights through the windshield,
yet, inside the
car we were somehow still being protected.
I stood on the
curb in front of the restaurant
and watched them
tow Rory away.
I was
remembering how insistent I had been on owning this Taurus.
Even in the dark,
her red candy color shone like a shiny red apple!
She was going
back to Roy O’Brien where she belonged.
It is only right
that they make the decision.
It is hard for
me to think she can’t be saved – after saving us.
I wish my
grandson was still three years old.
Such a magical
age where nothing is impossible.
I would walk him
into that bump shop on those short little legs.
I’d let go of
his hand so he could walk right up
to his beautiful
race car, look right into those headlights and say,
“You have to get better Rory!”
(and those
mechanics would make her better) J
I would like to
thank Ford Motor Company for designing vehicles to save lives. Without the side air bags on our Taurus my
husband would not be here today, and I would probably still be in the
hospital. We have always been a Ford
family. Our children and grandchildren
own Ford cars. You are not just a
company - you are a family as well. God
bless the good work you do, and God bless your family.
Sincerely,
Karen
Gasperoni
Harper
Woods, Michigan
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