That’s how much they were charging for a 1970 Corvette Stingray.
I was nineteen years of age and could not believe what I was reading in the advertisement.
It was a beautiful car, late-model, and my dear God…it was a Corvette. And they only wanted $500.
I just about broke my neck getting there, to see the vehicle, and when I arrived I was astounded that nobody else had shown up for the auction.
Now, even though $500 was well beyond my means, I would have done almost anything to get the money to buy the Corvette.
The gentleman selling the car explained that there was one big problem: a man had committed suicide in the car and no one had discovered him for three weeks.
It did creep me out a little bit, but I thought I could get over it–until he opened up the door and I sniffed the problem.
The odor of the decomposing body of the suicidal owner was absorbed into the fiberglass of the car.
Nobody was interested in a car that stunk.
It was beautiful on the outside and smelled rotten inside.
Over the years, I have remembered that story in my dealings with human beings.
Even though it seems noble to befriend others and help out people in need, you have to make sure that no matter how good things look on the outside, that these individuals have taken time to go inside themselves and clean out the garbage.
Rotten people continue to do rotten things, until they decide to stop being rotten.
- You can befriend them.
- You can love them.
- You can help them.
- You can encourage them.
- You can send them to a seminar to learn about self-esteem.
But it is up to them to remove the stink.
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