Last night, I was driving around Omaha with my wife and two of our friends scouting out different locations for their engagement pictures. We were going to be passing within a few blocks of the school where I teach, so I thought I'd show our friends where I spend each day molding the minds of the future.
(Do you ever get annoyed by annoying cliches like the one I just used about molding the minds of the future? Yeah, I do, too. I'm so annoyed with myself right now.)
As we pulled up to the school, I spotted two of my students from last year, one of their younger brothers, and a cousin walking along the sidewalk. I honked my horn and waved. Surprised to see their teacher on a Friday evening, they yelled my name and began racing over to our car. I pulled into a parking space and jumped out to talk to them for a few minutes.
We went to give each other high fives, but I noticed some sort of red substance all of their hands and quickly pulled my hand away. I basically pulled one of those "I'm baiting you into a high five but then I move my hand away and slide it down the back of my head because I'm too cool" high fives. What was this red substance covering their fingers?
Flamin' Hot Cheetos seasoning.
I asked them where they came up with their large bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos. With smiles spread across each of their faces, they told me one of them had found a basketball in the neighborhood and traded it to a friend straight up for the bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos.
I couldn't help but laugh and admire the savvy decision made by the boy who found the basketball in order to make the rest of the group happy. He didn't necessarily make a huge sacrifice. His fingers were just as red as any. But he did take into account how the trade would affect his friends, and made his decision accordingly.
We should all be so fortunate as to have friends that look out for one another like the Flamin' Hot Cheetos boys.
What is something someone has done for you recently that let you know you matter to them?
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