Last night I happened to call a friend right when she needed me.
Her car’s on its last legs, lurching and clunking, and not long for the world unless she replaces the engine.
She was at a friend’s for dinner and about to attempt the fortunately short drive home. That way, it would be in her driveway when it was time to tow.
She asked me to stay on the line and think good thoughts while she drove home.
Immediately I started chanting, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo out loud.
This Buddhist phrase is my go-to prayer for all things mechanical.