Mr. Clements taught Industrial Trades at a local high school. He had been at the job for many years and was loved by many students, both present and passed. Mr. Clements drove a four year old green Chevrolet that never got a wash job. He did not have time for such things. His time was taken by his work in helping his students prepare for a better life. He spent most of his week ends at student's homes or projects helping them with their learning. It would be uncommon for Mr. Clements to go to bed before midnight and more uncommon for him not to be at the school or at a student's home by six in the morning. One sunny Saturday there was to be a hearing at the local court involving one of the young men in Mr. Clements' class. The young people who comprised the Student Body decided to do something for Mr. Clements. They talked to the Judge and the police department. An agreement was made to assure that Mr. Clements would be tied up for at least three hours. Even the Judge was in on this conspiracy. Mr. Clements parked his very dirty Chevy in front of the court house and went in to the hearing. As soon as the doors closed to the courtroom, the crew of young men went to work. They had gotten a key from Mrs. Clements, and, since none of them knew how to drive, they got the local police officer to drive the car to the prearranged place. There they set to work washing and cleaning the dirty Chevrolet. They cleaned the wheel wells, floor boards, dash board, wind shield, trunk and entire outside body. They waxed and rubbed out every inch of the paint work. They even scrubbed the carpets and seat covers. The old Chevy looked better than it did when brand new. The local police officer then put the car back at the exact spot where Mr. Clements had parked it that morning. The Judge made sure Mr. Clements stayed in the courtroom until he was given the "All Clear." Then everyone came out to see what would happen. Mr. Clements went out to where his car was parked and looked around. Then he said, "My Lord. Someone has taken my car." The local police officer came over to him and ask what was wrong. Mr. Clements told him that someone had stolen his car. The Officer then ask, "Was it a green Chevrolet, four years old?" "You know my car," Mr. Clements said. "Of course it is." The officer spoke, "Is the plate number STP 032?" "Yes, of course," Mr. Clements answered. "Much like the car right in front of you, Right?" the officer said. Mr. Clements looked and realized that it was his old Chevy. There was a large crowd gathered and every one started singing "FOR HE"S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW." Mr. Clements fought tears as he stood looking at that very shinny Chevrolet for he knew the meaning behind the deed the student body, and in fact, the entire town had done. Under his breath he muttered "Thank you, God, for giving me life!" - - - Tom Nance
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