This is a photo I did not take of John, Jarrod, and I pulling up to the recycle center on Eisenhower, in old Blue (our 1996 old Dodge truck) with it filled to the brim with our recycle bins and additional recycle that has been piling up in the garage. And John and Jarrod climbing out of the truck as the fairly young black gentlemen (probably late 20's or early 30's) comes up to the truck to unload the recycle. And they all shake hands with smiles and 'how ya' doin's'. And the boys work along side the gentleman who is responsible for unloading all the recycle and putting it into the correct bins. The three of them make short work of the task. The boys aren't sitting in the truck while the gentleman does his job, they are instead pitching in and helping.
Another vehicle pulled up, the gentleman in that truck stayed by his vehicle while the recycle worker unloaded his truck and put the recycle in the correct bins. The boys reloaded the bins and secured them to the truck bed and they said a farewell and wave to the gentleman and we went on our way.
And I smiled. My sons are not above pitching in and helping out. The hand shake passing between the gentleman and my 16-year old sons tells me the gentleman notices things. He notices something he doesn't see much maybe. A work ethic in teenagers. Two teenage boys treating him right. It was a really good couple of minutes and testiment.