I can't count how many times people have uttered, while
shaking their heads in obvious disappointment, "just don't know what is
with teenagers today."
The other day I was in my car on my way to the farmers market with my
Jan, when we passed two teens standing by the side of the road with a car
sign. My car was filthy and my heart was full, so I pulled over. There
teenagers everywhere. There was a group directing the cars and another
spraying them down. As sponges were wiped over every square inch of my
car, I sat enjoying the little water battles and the many silent scenarios
that were so obviously taking place. I couldn't help but wonder how many
crushes, how many new friendships and how many little insecurities were in
the air on this beautiful Saturday afternoon. I was amazed at how forty to
fifty teenagers had devoted their Saturday to washing cars, and I was
curious what their motivation might be.
At the end of the assembly line I handed them a twenty-dollar bill and
what they were raising money for. They explained to me that a friend of
their's, C. T. Schmitz, had recently died of cancer. He was only fifteen
years old and six-feet-two. He had gone to school with a lot of the
teenagers who were there that day and each of them had memories of a boy
sweeter than any they had known. His friend Kevin had decided to put this
car wash together because he wanted to honor his friend and also bring
together his classmates with his boy scout troop. He told
me that they wanted to plant a tree in front of their school, and if they
raised enough money they would put a plaque there too. Both would be in
memory of their friend C. T.
They handed me a bag of homemade cookies with my receipt and we drove away.
I asked Jan to read to me what the tag that was tied to the bag said. It
said simply, "Thanks for helping us plant a tree for C. T."
Yeah! I don't know what's with teenagers today!
[ Author Unknown -- from: Ginnie Ellis -- Ed: Anon. ]
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