This is the first of a handful of guest posts from almost ten years ago. Time flies. This is from my dear cousin (and former college roommate) Olivia Cobian. You can read about her inspiring life HERE . Now on to the post:
At the Wendy’s drive thru on Friday, they gave us back an extra nickel. Five cents. I hesitated for a moment. Does it really matter? Will anybody care if I return the money that doesn’t belong to me? If it were five dollars, I’d return it. Fifty dollars? Definitely. But five cents? Is it worth going back? We’d gone through the drive-thru to save time…
We parked. I got out of the car and ran back inside the restaurant. I interrupted the cashier, put the nickel on the counter and said, “We got too much change from the drive-thru.” He looked at me like I was crazy. I felt stupid. “Thanks,” I said and left.
Six Little Eyes
I returned to the car – to six little eyes that see everything, that still think I know everything and that count on me to do right. The responsibility for those three little souls is sometimes overwhelming. As we talked about it, I knew the five cents mattered. I knew that I cared whether or not I returned it, and that I cared that my children knew why I returned it. I want them to know that morality isn’t relative. It doesn’t matter how great or small the matter is. What matters is that we’re as honest as we can be.I returned to the car—to the six little eyes that see everything, that count on me to do right.Click To Tweet
Today I read a quote that helped me realize why I stopped for five cents:
“Honesty is the trait that connects the promises we have made to the Lord to our everyday actions.” -Richard J. Maynes
Because I am a Christian, because I want to emulate Christ, and because I need His help so desperately in my daily life as a mother, I had to return that nickel. Because I want my children to know and honor Him, because I want them to know the peace only He can bring, I had to teach them why a nickel matters.