Goodness: A Lesson from My First Car

Dear friends, today I want to share a story from my youth, a tale of my first car and the lesson of goodness it taught me.

The First Car

It was the summer of ’62, and I had just turned sixteen. I had been saving every penny from my job at the local grocery store, dreaming of the day I would buy my first car. The day finally arrived when I had enough to purchase a used, but well-loved, 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air.

The Unexpected Breakdown

One sunny afternoon, while driving down a country road, the engine sputtered and died. I was stranded, miles from the nearest town. I felt a sense of despair creeping in. I was alone, with no knowledge of how to fix a broken-down car.

The Good Samaritan

Just when I was about to lose hope, a rusty pickup truck pulled over. A man with a kind smile and weathered hands stepped out. He introduced himself as Joe and offered to help. Joe spent hours under the scorching sun, tinkering with the engine until finally, the car roared back to life.

The Lesson of Goodness

Joe refused any payment for his help. He simply said, “Pass on the goodness, son. That’s all the payment I need.” That day, I learned a valuable lesson about the power of goodness and the impact it can have on others.

Passing on the Goodness

From that day forward, I made it a point to help others whenever I could, just as Joe had helped me. I’ve found that acts of kindness, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in someone’s life.

So, my dear friends, let’s strive to pass on the goodness in our lives. Remember, every act of kindness has the power to create a ripple effect, touching lives in ways we may never know.

Until next time, keep spreading the goodness.

Yours truly,

Kev