Growing up I had a best friend cousin named Jake. We are about 6 months apart in age and 1 year apart in school. Even though I lived in central Arizona and he lived in eastern Arizona we still found ways to get together. We would find rides with relatives or friends. One time I rode over with a friend of a relative. I wasn't very old, maybe 9 or 10, and my uncle's roommate was headed over and offered to give me a ride. He planned to pick me up on Sunday evening and then head out of town. The first stop was the gas station where he fueled up and bought Ding Dongs. I was appalled because, as stated in an earlier post, my family holds strict observance of the sabbath. He asked me if I wanted anything and I politely declined. Then we headed on our way.
About half way between Jake and me was a little town were my rides parents lived. As we drove into town we passed by a hardware store and my ride said, "oh, there's my dad" and then he turned around and pulled into the hardware store parking lot. He talked to his dad and then we followed his dad back to their house. We then had dinner at his parent's house. I thought the food wasn't that good, but I thought that his little brother and sister were pretty cool. From there we headed out and finished our journey... oh also, there wasn't a good seatbelt and he was driving really fast and I was a little scared, but we arrived safely.
Well, later my family and my uncle's roommate's family moved to the same little town that Jake lived in. His parents became my Sunday school teachers and YSA leaders. I learned that his mom really is a good cook and that his dad really is a good person. I'm sure glad that I gave them a second chance. It just goes to show though that you never know who is watching and what they will remember. Big impressions from simple things are especially made on little kids.
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