Like so many other good parents, Stephanie’s father made some sacrifices to give his children the best chances to succeed.
When he was just 16 years old, he bought a 1936 Ford Sedan. The Sedan became a restoration project that lasted several years and quickly became his most prized possession. He took it to vehicle exhibitions across the nation and repeatedly won first place.
However, in 1993, after starting a family, he made the difficult decision to sell the Sedan. He did it to cover Stephanie’s tuition for seminary school. Despite his broken heart, he was prepared to give up anything for his daughter.
“My dad talked about this car for as long as I can remember, always saying he would buy it back if he could find it,” Stephanie wrote on YouTube.
Twenty-one years later Stephanie decided she was going to find a way to get the car back. She searched for months and eventually found it. Then she scrambled to gather enough money and coordinated a secret plan with her mother.
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