It’s January 18, 2011, in cold, blustery Chicago. I’m on my way to visit my accountant to deliver my fourth-quarter tax information when I pass the local car wash. “Hum, maybe I should have my car washed to get rid of all the salt that it has collected over the past few months,” I think to myself. Strangely, the equipment isn’t running and no one is in line. This struck me as unusual because typically I wait in a fairly long line. I have a white car and don’t wash it very often. Usually it happens before a long trip when I also get the tires checked. My main reason to have my car washed is to protect it from salt and chemicals that could cause paint damage. It occurred to me that perhaps that isn’t the main reason many people have their cars washed.
Do we live our lives for others, for show, or to maintain and preserve our bodies, minds, and spirits? I wondered …
