The Yellow Car I
Built
by
Janine Strecker
(Mother of Heidelberg Student Shelby)
My name is Mike
and it was June. School was almost out
and I needed a job. Although I was young,
I always remember having chores and summertime jobs. I did chores and earned money to buy the extra
things that I wanted.
Mr. Wells was a
man who lived across town. He needed someone
to help make a car from a kit for his son, Carl. These kit cars were like real cars, but made
for kids. They were made from steel and
had windows that really worked! The chrome
rims on the wheels were so shiny that they actually reflected like a
mirror. Yes, these kit cars were made
only for the rich. They were made for a different
kind of people – people with a lot of money.
I didn’t come from that. Don’t
get me wrong; my family never went hungry.
We were just ordinary folks who had ordinary things.
When I heard
about Mr. Wells needing someone to make a kit car, I knew that I wanted the job. I called him and told him that I worked on
many things with my hands. I explained
that I made rafts, go-carts, and even fixed bicycles. He knew I worked hard, so he hired me.
After he told me
I got the job, I went over to his house.
His house was just amazing. I
never knew houses could be so big! He
showed me a picture of the car that I was going to build. “Wow, this car is awesome!” I shouted with
excitement.
Mr. Wells smiled
and said, “I’ll bring the kit car to your garage tomorrow and you can work on
it all summer long.” Mr. Wells was going
on vacation with his family and wasn’t coming home until August.
The next day, he
brought it over and I couldn’t wait to get started. I opened the box. I had
never seen so many parts. Before I got
started, I read all the directions. I
didn’t want to make any mistakes. Each
day, I worked on the car. I made sure
that every screw was in just right. I
tested all the wheels to make sure they turned smoothly, without any squeaks. I have to admit, there were times when I
would get so frustrated because I couldn’t get things to work correctly. I remember, I had a really hard time aligning
the car doors. They just wouldn’t close
properly. I got so frustrated, but I kept
at it, and finally got everything to work.
Every night
before I went in for dinner, I would cover up the car. I didn’t want anyone to touch or ruin it. Sometimes after dinner, I’d work on it some
more. It seemed like all I wanted to do
was work on this car. At last, it was
time to paint the car. I painted it red
– a cherry apple red. It was a beauty! It was finished, and I was so proud.
Mr. Wells and his
family returned home from their vacation.
He called me and asked how the car was coming along. I told him that it was finished. He was excited to hear the news and came over
to my garage to get the car. He looked
at the car and said, “Mike, the car is just gorgeous and I can tell you worked
very hard.” I smiled and was happy he
noticed. He paid me and then took the
car to his home.
It was now
August, and time for football. My
friends and I would ride our bikes to the park and play some ball. We always ended up filthy and our clothes
were covered with grass stains, but we had the greatest time playing. Sometimes when I was playing on the field, I
would see Carl driving in the beautiful car that I built. I noticed that the car needed to be cleaned
and the chrome rims weren’t even shining.
“He doesn’t even appreciate the car,” I mumbled to myself. “If I had a car like that, it would be
sparkling. He gets all the breaks.”
At least I was
having a good time with my friends. But
then one day, I got a call from Mr. Wells.
He asked me if I would like to build another car. I didn’t really want to. I don’t know why, I guess I just wanted to
hang out my buddies. But I needed the
money, so I told him that I would do the job.
He brought it to
my garage so I could start working on it.
I looked at a picture of the car.
It was going to be a mini sports car.
This car was even better than the first one. Mr. Wells wanted it completed by October. I knew I had plenty of time, so I didn’t
start on it right away.
After a couple of
days, I opened the box to get started. There were a lot of parts, but this time I
didn’t want to read the directions.
After all, I did such a good job last time, it didn’t seem necessary. Besides, I bet Carl wouldn’t even notice if
things weren’t done right.
I was having fun
playing with my friends. But then I
would feel guilty, and knew I had to go work on the car some more. However, it just wasn’t the same as the last time. If I couldn’t find the right screw, I would
use one that I already had. The doors
were a little wobbly – but the car was getting built.
Each night before
dinner, I’d cover up the car. I didn’t cover
up the car to protect it, but to cover up my work. I didn’t want my family to see how uninterested
I’d become. Besides I knew with a shiny
coat of paint, no one would know how the car was really built. Finally, the car was almost finished. All I had to do was paint it. I chose yellow – a tangy citrus yellow. The car was beautiful, at least from the
outside.
I called Mr.
Wells and told him the car was finished and he could pick it up anytime. The next day, Mr. Wells came over and paid
me. He thanked me for all my hard
work. I smiled, but looked down feeling
a little awkward. He then added, “Mike I
want to give you this yellow car. It’s
yours to keep. You’ve earned it.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. This car was mine. I could have had the best car in town, but I
did shabby work. If I had only known, I
would have built it so differently. But
the car was mine, just the way I built it.
“I thank you Mr.
Wells. You are so generous to give me
such a gift. I will never forget it,” I
said - knowing that I never would.
It has been many
summers since I built that yellow car.
I’m now older and have an office job.
But I keep a picture of the mini yellow sports car on my desk just so I
remember that the choices we make today affect our tomorrow.