Taking the Driver’s Seat

By the time I was 17-years-old, I had been in 15 car accidents. Most of which were my fault. Although the majority were fender benders resulting from the fogged brain of a teenager, the accidents were, as most things are, indicative of a larger issue.

Then one day, my high school counselor summoned me to her office. We knew, and liked each other well as we spent much time together at the request of my teachers (they use to call them pink slips). She greeted me with a smile and asked me to go for a walk. We strolled around the building to her classic, freshly polished, navy blue Mercedes SL convertible that was parked outside her office window. I loved that car as much as she did and we talked about it often.

“I want you to do me a favor.” she said. “They asked if they could use my car for the homecoming parade. I told them they could. But, only under one condition” She put her hand on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes. “I told them, you are the only person I trust to drive it.”

Something inside of me crashed open that day. When somebody comes into your life and believes you are capable of more than you are, it inspires you to achieve great things. Let’s play this one forward. Find a young person you can empower this week. Who knows, someday they might turn out to be a blogger.oldtimer

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6 thoughts on “Taking the Driver’s Seat

  1. Thank you so much… what an amazing counselor and a wonderful story. Inspiring and well worth sharing on my Facebook page.


    • Michael,
      That did make me laugh…and thank you for leaving out the year! Hope all is wonderful in your world.