what sharing your passion looks like

May 31, 2022

I bet you think you showed up at the wrong blog today when the featured image is of a shiny new Corvette.  No, you’ve come to the right place and this post does not have anything to do with me buying or even having a remote interest in a sports car.  Just read on…

When I first hit the publish button on my blog, I didn’t consider myself a writer.  My poor English teachers along the way certainly wouldn’t have considered me a writer.  But, after writing books, articles, and over 3,500 blog posts, I have become a writer through practice and repetition.  It’s almost unavoidable to become a writer when you write every day.  Being a writer has taught me many things, but the greatest impact it’s had in my life is it makes me pay attention to the little stories and lessons that happen throughout the day.  I imagine comedians begin to see humor everywhere, teachers see examples, and I know pastors see sermon illustrations.  (Jeff shared an x-ray of my broken foot as a visual for a sermon just a couple of weeks ago!)

Last week, Jeff and I were chatting about the day as he was driving home from work and he said, “Oh, Marshall sent me a video of him starting a Corvette and I’m afraid now he will hate every other car he drives.”

Okay, back up the conversation here.  Our 15-year-old without a license was starting a Corvette?!  How did that even happen?  Where did it happen?  It was actually him starting it?  Are you serious?  

Jeff was fuzzy on all of the details, so I had to wait until Marshall got home to find out how this came about.  He came bounding into the house, still beaming, and I asked him to tell me the story about the Corvette.  He pulled out his phone and showed me pictures and a video of him sitting in a Corvette in the local Chevy dealership and starting the car under the supervision and encouragement of one of the employees.

“Was that your friend’s dad or something?  It’s just so unusual for a dealership to let a 15-year-old sit in a brand new, incredibly expensive vehicle and actually start it and then actually press the gas pedal“

I was tensing up just watching the video as he revved the engine.  I imagined it jumping forward, flying through the glass windows of the building.  But, as he revved the engine a look of pure joy washed over his face and the car remained stationary.  He then started to laugh and stuck his head out the window to ask how to turn the car off.  I told him it was a good thing I wasn’t there because I would’ve “mommed” the whole situation and poured a big bucket of cold water over the idea of him even touching a Corvette.

 I watched the video again and listened to Marshall recount the story about the dealership owner bringing the keys over and encouraging him to admire and enjoy a car so far out of his price range that it might as well be sitting on the moon.  It occurred to me that I was witnessing someone sharing his passion.  It wasn’t about selling a car (or at least not selling THAT car to Marshall.)  It was about seeing his excitement at being inches away from a car he usually just points out in parking lots or on the highway.  It was knowing how awesome that moment would be when he felt the roar of that powerful engine rumbling and revving at his prompting.  It was just being a very cool, kind person who understood that an experience like that would be memorable for a young man about to start driving.  (Ack, can you believe Marshall is going to be driving?  He used to streak across my pictures in diapers when I first started sharing on this blog.)

Of course, we told Marshall that dad’s hand-me-down truck will be a big disappointment compared to a Corvette!

Now, I’m not a car person at all.  I drive used minivans until they die and then I buy another used minivan.  I admire old cars, nice cars, and comfortable cars, but if ever an expensive sports car landed in my lap, I would sell it and put that money into a house or retirement or a college fund (and maybe a few art supplies.)  But maybe cars will be something Marshall really enjoys and, if he works hard enough, maybe he’ll rev up a nice sports car as a potential buyer one day.  Or maybe he’ll opt to buy practical used cars that are nothing special and just fondly remember the time he got to sit behind the wheel of a Corvette and push the gas pedal.

Either way, I was touched, more than I expected, by that business owner sharing his passion without expecting anything in return.  I wasn’t there and I don’t know the owner, but I imagine he got a kick out of it, too.  He even gave Marshall and his friend each a Corvette hat.

That is what sharing your passion looks like.

Have you shared your passion with anyone else lately?  Or has someone shared theirs with you?

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