I remember when I was 17 and I had my first car, a 1966 Chevelle Malibu. There was a kid down the street named Joe, a big tough guy, a year older than me. His dad took a liking to me because when me and a few other friends played football in the street, he would come out and play with us. And Joe was a poor sport and used his size to bully everybody. His father didn’t like it and bugged Joe, but he liked me because I had no natural athletic ability but I stuck in there and did my best among better players and I did alright. This was all in sixth grade an seventh grade. There was another kid across the street who was even bigger and bullied me too. I knew him from fifth grade on. His name was Bob. He hated me. And I hated him. But we had friends in common and I had to see him every day. His step-father was a quiet guy who I never talked to but I always saw him driving his car and sometimes he passed us as we were playing. Cut to 17 years old and my car. I was driving home one night and I was making a u-turn in front of my apartment. All of a sudden I heard a loud “bang” and I saw sparks shooting up my car window and my car tilted. I got out to look. My wheel had come off!! Not just the tire, but the whole wheel! And people poured out of their houses to see what happened. My wheel had rolled thirty feet into my neighbors living room wall. But now about the title of this post.
Joe’s father happened to drive by and he stopped and saw what happened and he asked “Hey do you need any help”?
I said no. He said,“You sure”? I said yeah. THEN, BOB’s dad came out of his house and walked over looking very concerned. He also said,“Do you need help:? I said no. He then said, Well if you ever need any help with anything just ask”. You could have knocked me over with a feather!! Before this I wasn’t even sure if he knew I existed!!I It was amazing to me because I was always low man on the totem pole and never felt liked, but you never know who you are effecting or making an impression on.