Old Fashioned Service

March 23, 2018  •  Leave a Comment


          Driving through the winding country roads in Texas, you never know what you’ll come across.  That’s one of the things I love about this place.   Last weekend, the Mrs. and I came across an old, abandoned gas station which, by the appearance of the sign in today’s photo, was a Phillips 66.  That old gas station, at one time, must have been one of the main places to get fuel in that area before the major freeways and larger, chain service stations took over. 

Growing up in a small town, there was one of these types of stations right downtown.  It was the old Shell station.  The Shell station was one of those old-fashioned gas stations where they pumped the gas for you, washed your windows, and even checked your oil. 

As a kid, I remember my mother being a very attractive gal and seeing how the gas station attendants would run to take care of our car.  We never had to worry about waiting in line, to say the least.  And, believe me, we always had clean windshields and air in the tires!

          Not only was the service great, but it was also a place where people heard about what was going on around town.  The attendants seemed to know everyone and heard it all.  Of course, back then, with cars that drank gas like there was no tomorrow and gas being .50-.75 cents a gallon, it took plenty of time to get the car filled up providing more than enough time to hear the latest.

          That kind of service is rare today.  Now, it’s every man for himself.  “First come first serve” and “get out of my way or I’ll run you over” seem to be the motto.  The world could use a bit more of the courtesy that people showed back then.  Stopping to hold the door, help someone with their groceries, or simply helping an elderly person to get around, are things we rarely see any more.

          Being from a small town in the mid-west, it comes naturally to me, though.  It has been built into my DNA to hold the door open for a friend, let others go first, help with whatever they may be struggling with, and always say please & thank you.  My mother did a good job instilling that into me and I never want to lose being kind to others.  

          It simply comes down to putting others first.  Letting them go first isn’t weakness, it’s strength.  Humility isn’t weakness either.  It’s a sign of love and self-control.  Vanity and self-absorption will destroy, not only our self, but everyone around us.  I want to be the person who gives rather than receives; the person who takes second place so someone less fortunate, can take first place.

          I also want to say thank you to all of you who stop by this blog to hear my thoughts.  It’s been a joy taking a little time every day to write them.  I only hope that something I say will help you in your life and walk.  I’m looking forward to continuing this journey with you and sharing more memories and thoughts in the future.   Wishing you all a blessed weekend!


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