My Junkyard Angel
“TODAY IS NO DAY to be cooped up,” I said to my friend Mel. The grin he gave me said he’d been thinking the same thing.
It was Sunday—a gorgeous Sunday in April. When I left the house that morning, I told Dad I was going to church for Sunday school—and I honestly planned on doing just that. Until I ran into Mel.
He was headed to the town’s junkyard to look for salvageable cars.
“Come on,” he said. “There’s hidden treasure in that old junkyard, and we’ll see it sparkle in this sunlight.”
I had never deliberately missed a Sunday in church, but I couldn’t recall a more beautiful spring day. A day
