“I wonder why we are placed together, we have nothing in common!” The young one said with pride.
”I am not sure. I do wonder if there is a purpose of some kind. What do you make of it?” The old one responded mindfully.
“To be frank, I don’t see any point. Do you?”
“Yes, I can think of many possibilities, yet I was wondering about your perspective.”
“I can’t think of anything. You are so old!”
“And what does old mean to you?”
“Old belongs to the past, no longer really useful, out of commission…. out of service…..”
“Sometimes the years of experiences could be a great source of information.”
“Times have changed. I don’t think in the era of technology and rapid changes, history really matters.”
“History is history. Some say, a wise person, before deciding where they wish to go, need to look at where they have been. History is the backbone of any invention.”
“I am being frank, the old has no place in the modern world, and no one cares about history anymore. It’s boring. This is the era of speed.”
“You have a point there. True, young people seem to be so preoccupied with their smart phones. It is really difficult to get people’s attention for even a few seconds.”
The conversation between the cars was interrupted by a grandfather and his grandson approaching them.
“Wow, grandpa, look at this beauty. Have you ever seen anything like this?”
“No, I haven’t. So beautiful!”
“When I grow up….” The young boy seemed to be lost in his world of imagination.
The grandfather let him enjoy his fantasy, honoring him by keeping silence.
“What is this grandpa?”
“This is the first automobile made by Henry Ford. What do you think of it?”
“I have never seen anything like it before. I can see the engine and everything is simple and beautiful. Did Mr. Ford make this?”
“I am sure he had the engineers design the car.”
“How did they know how to make a car?”
“That is a great question. Everything you see around you was someone’s imagination at some point. What would you like to build when you grow up?”
“I want to make flying cars.”
“I am sure sooner than we think, they are going to be here. I have a question for you. If you and I were going to take a ride together, which car would you choose?”
The boy looked at the shinny brand new white car, smiled and paused… turned to his grandfather “I’d like to ride with you on Mr. Ford’s car. Can I drive?”
“Yes, you can actually drive that car.” The grandfather looked at his grandson. The love on his face was priceless.
“If you think you can and if you think you cannot, you are right.”