Good Tidings

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Good Tidings.”  Present-day you meets 10-years-ago you for coffee. Share with your younger self the most challenging thing, the most rewarding thing, and the most fun thing they have to look forward to.


I finished pumping gas into a car at my father’s gas station when as I go to get the money, the driver who isn’t a regular, asked me to check the air in his tires. So, I begin and I noticed that he exits the car and stand over me checking on what I was doing. As I was checking the air pressure, he is holding a cup of coffee, when he says. I know that you are going to be a success in your future as you progress through life.

I keep checking each tire while listening, thinking this guy is a little weird. As he continues, I’m getting a bit of nervous as he explains the struggles and wonderful future I have before me. When I finish he gives me a two dollar tip for checking his tires and pumping his gas. After I take the money, I don’t feel as bad, however he is a bit weird.

As he enters his car, and drives away. I take the two dollars and start putting it into my pants pocket when my brother asks for his half since he checked the oil, battery, and washed the windows. I give my older brother a dollar, and I think. This guy should have told me that my brother was going to ask for his half.


One response to “Good Tidings”

  1. What a great idea for a prompt! I read about a meditation where you go back in time and give words or wisdom or comfort to your past self. I wonder what our future selves would say to our present selves. It is weird, I know, but we can imagine. Thanks for giving me some ideas to think about.


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