The Legend of Patty “Perfect Bid” McGraw

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Patty McGraw wasn’t just a fan of The Price Is Right; she was a student of it. She trained like a prize fighter. She studied like a CPA during tax season. She could tell you the price of a 12‑pack of paper towels in 47 states. So, when George boomed, “Patty McGraw, come on down!”, she didn’t run, she glided. Like a majestic shopping‑savvy swan.

She slid into Contestants’ Row, and when Drew Carey asked, “Welcome, Patty. You ready?” She replied with so much confidence it was dripping from her lips, “I was born ready.”

The Bid Heard ’Round the World

The item up for bid was an electric bicycle. George described its features. Drew said, “Patty, you’re up first. What’s your bid?” Without turning around, asking the audience, or without any hesitation, she proclaimed, $989.95.” The crowd laughed. Drew smiled and looked at Patty with concern, “Just to the nearest dollar amount without going over, please.” “$989 then.”

The other contestants bid like normal humans. Afterwards, a bell sounded, indicating one of the contestants got the dollar amount exactly right. Patty knew it was her. Drew then announced, “The actual retail price: $989.00!” When she strutted on stage, Mr. Carey handed her $500. Patty received the money as if she had been paid back wages.

The Pricing Game: Masterpiece Theater

Her game was One Away, the car‑winning classic. The car: a cherry‑red convertible so shiny it looked like it had been waxed by angels. Patty cracked her knuckles. The audience chanted her name like she was entering a wrestling ring. She looked at the wrong price. She adjusted each number with the calm precision of a surgeon.

Drew: “Patty, do you want to ask the mighty sound effects lady if you have…” Patty, “No need.” She stepped back. She folded her arms. She said, “They’re all right.” Drew blinked not believing her confidence and beginning to wonder if she was somehow cheating. He looked over at the show’s producer as if to say, “What do I do with her? HELP.”

The sound effects lady shrugged and pressed the buttons. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING.

Five perfect dings. The audience exploded. A man in the third row fainted into a stranger’s lap. Patty didn’t celebrate. She simply whispered, “As it should be.”

The Wheel Meets Its Match

Patty approached the Big Wheel like it owed her money. She gave it a spin so smooth it looked choreographed. She didn’t even take time to say, “Hi” to anyone. It landed on $1.00. “Of course,” Drew commented. She won $1,000, and a bonus spin, and the respect of every grandmother watching at home. The other contestants’ hearts sank with hope leaking out on the stage, and sure enough, they didn’t tie Patty. Patty’s bonus spin was just as smooth and landed on $1.00 again. She won an additional $25,000. “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Drew said as he wondered if she had built her own precise Big Wheel at home to practice spinning it as America Ninja Warriors build home gyms.

The Showcase Showdown

Her showcase included:

  • A trip to Hawaii
  • A dining room set
  • And another car

Patty bid $35,742 without hesitation. The other contestants’ showcase was:

  • New kitchen appliances
  • A gaming room which included a pool table
  • And a Ford pickup truck

Their bid was $41,500.

After the commercial break, Drew Carey said, “Tom, let’s start with you. You had a new kitchen, a new game room, and a pickup truck. You bid $41,500. The actual retail price: 42,353 dollars. You were only off by $853.” The audience cheered. Tom smiled for only a moment until he remembered he was up against a ringer named Patty McGraw.

Drew turned to Patty. “Patty, your showcase included a trip to Hawaii, a new dining room, and a new Hyundai Kona. Your bid was for $35,742. The actual retail price,” Drew’s mouth dropped wide open as he shook his head in disbelief. “35,742 dollars. You not only have won, but because you were within $250, you have won both showcases!”

Drew Carey dropped his microphone. The audience screamed with excitement. One woman in the audience collapsed in disbelief. Bells and whistles sounded as the stage lights flashed on and off. James O’Halleron reached inside the Kona and started honking the horn. Patty finally smiled and said, “Well… I guess I’ll need a bigger garage.”

Larry the Car‑Lot Legend

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There once was a salesman named Larry McGee,
Who couldn’t sell cars, not even for free.
He’d smile, and he’d wave with a confident grin,
But customers saw him and wouldn’t walk in.

He’d shout, “Check this beauty! A deal you can’t beat!”
But the car wouldn’t start… and then caught some heat.
He’d tap on the hood like, “It’s fine, just a quirk!”
But smoke puffed out, saying, “Nah, Larry, it’s cooked.”

He tried selling hatchbacks, he tried selling trucks,
He tried selling scooters, but had zero luck.
He once pitched a minivan, “perfect for fun!”
But the door fell off slowly… then all of them spun.

He’d rhyme, he’d do dances, he’d juggle three keys,
He’d promise “No payments until 2043!”
He’d offer free coffee, free hats, even hugs,
But folks still walked off, “We’re good, thanks, and you can keep the mugs.”

One day, his boss sighed, “Larry, buddy, my friend…
You haven’t sold anything. Not even a dent.”
But Larry just winked and said, “Sales aren’t my thing…
I’m only here for the vibes and the free vending machine.”

So, if you need a car, don’t ask Larry to sell
But if you need a laugh, he does that really well.
He’s the legend, the myth, the man who can’t sell anything on wheels…
The only car salesman who has never closed a deal.

We’re Going to Need Another Angel

With the blessing of April getting a new job that God is using to meet our financial needs comes a new path home. A much busier, longer, and more opportunities to encounter distracted drivers path. Although driving her to the employer at 4 AM is a bit safer with fewer drivers on the road, some reckless drivers are still out there.

A few days into our new thrill ride, we encountered a busy interchange. As I maneuvered into the cloverleaf while dogging cars entering the highway, I was almost rear-ended by someone going way too fast, considering the number of vehicles, short ramp, and rapidly slowing traffic. I was fearful as I watched the speeding car approach. I just knew they would hit us, but they didn’t. My heart raced as I thought that was close!

The next day, in the same spot in our travel, it happened again, but this time the car speeding toward the back of ours seemed to be guided by a laser determined to cause mass destruction. I cried out in horror as I watched in the rear-view mirror, “Oh God!” There was a look of sheer fear on the face of the driver as he dropped his phone and stood up on the brake pedal. I knew today we wouldn’t survive with a “close call.”

But then, at the point of impact, I watched as the driver moved forward in his car as if he had hit a wall, but there was no direct strike to the back of our car. I continued to look in the mirror as we made our way around the leaf and onto the intersecting highway. I was bewildered, trying to figure out how in the world we were not struck.

The only “satisfying” answer I could come up with is this; it wasn’t anything in our world but out of this world. Yeah, I believe an angel positioned himself between the back of my car and the other car. But the impact on that angel had to be so devastating that I could only imagine he was killed in the line of duty protecting April and me from harm. Or better yet, keeping us from the interruption of having to get our car fixed or replaced.

I was humbled and appreciative of God’s hand of protection upon our lives and the things, like the car that He provides to help us in our daily lives. The next day, I prayed over our commute, pleading the blood of Jesus over us and taking dominion over that spot on the highway. Declaring out loud that any demons of destruction had to go in the name of Jesus and that no harm to our lives or property could come upon us.

I am convinced that God’s hand protects us more than we know. Yes, I saw this angel do his job, but more than not, we don’t. Only when we get to heaven will we see God’s love in action for those who call him “Father.”

No, I don’t honestly believe the angel died, and there is currently a job opening in heaven, but I do know that Jesus died on a cross for us so that this relationship with the awesome loving God could be possible.

9 Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
10 No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
11 For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
12 In their hands they shall bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone. Psalms 91:9-12 (NKJV)

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Which Way Do I Go?

Direction.  We seek it a lot, especially for those who have a strong and thriving relationship with God.  We want to go in the correct direction and not waste time or resources.  I sure messed up the other night.  I live in a city that doesn’t receive huge amounts of snow that often and as a result the city doesn’t have the equipment to remove it as say, Chicago does.  So when the meteorologist were predicting 6, 8 to 10 inches of snow, and hyped it up, I left where I was sooner than I needed to in order to get home safe.

I realize now I could have asked God for direction on when to leave, but I didn’t.  I acted out of fear instead.  At times, it’s hard not to.  There is something innate about us that wants to be moving.  This inward motivation makes it difficult to sit and wait, and when it comes to waiting on God for direction it is even harder.  Do we not trust Him?  We should!  We have His word we can go to and read of His promise to guide us:

1–2 I look up to the mountains and hills, longing for God’s help.
But then I realize that our true help and protection
come only from the Lord,
our Creator who made the heavens and the earth.
3 He will guard and guide me, never letting me stumble or fall.
God is my keeper; he will never forget nor ignore me.
4 He will never slumber nor sleep;
he is the Guardian-God for his people, Israel.
5 Jehovah himself will watch over you;
he’s always at your side to shelter you safely in his presence.
6 He’s protecting you from all danger both day and night.
7 He will keep you from every form of evil or calamity
as he continually watches over you.
8 You will be guarded by God himself.
You will be safe when you leave your home
and safely you will return.
He will protect you now,
and he’ll protect you forevermore!  Psalms 121 (TPT)

I was having a conversation this morning, with a friend, about this very topic.  He has been asking God for direction when it comes to finding his spouse.  There are a few potential mates and he has been trying to discern God’s will on the matter.  As we continued to speak, it became obvious to both of us that he needs to stay in “neutral” right now.  If you think about the gear shift on a car from neutral you can go forward or backwards, but you can move in an instant.  Your only other option is “Park”.

A parked car doesn’t need to be steered,

because it isn’t going anywhere!

So I challenge you, if you find yourself needing direction, guidance from God, be patient and be willing to sit in neutral for a while.  Keep your foot on the brake. You are ready to move, and you will, when the time and direction is right, therefore not wasting either time or resources, and when it comes to matters of love, possibly not suffering another heartbreak.

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