On Being Classy

In sports, winners and losers are often graded on the graciousness with which they handle winning or losing. In life, class is a little more self-evident. Some people believe that its where you're from or perhaps the clothes you where, or even the car you drive. Not so. Class in life comes down to one thing: Hubcaps.

Nothing says "hey, don't let me into your dining establishment" like pulling into a parking lot with a missiing hubcap. A car with a hubcap missing just screams, "my kids might have to wear clothes two sizes to small." I'd even go as far as to say that had my car had a hubcap this whole time, my blog might be called "The Hundred Dollar Bill Guy." You never know the impacts...

Shortly after we moved to Sterling, we awoke one morning to find that one of our hubcaps was missing. This began a 2 and a half year downward spiral that saw us shut out of various restaurants, clothing retail stores, churches, friends' homes, and many many other places. I would often introduce myself to people and they would respond with..."oh yeah, the guy with the missing hubcap...excuse me, I need to run." Good friends and co-workers would pretend like they didn't see or hear me when I would pass them on the street and honk. It was a blow to my self confidence.

That all changed when, through the caring heart of a generous donor, my missing hubcap was finally replaced. I could finally hold my head up high again...and my family could finally been seen in the same car as me.

So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, kind stranger (Justin) for restoring my pride, my self confidence, and most importantly, my class.