As I was driving to church recently I pondered what I might do if someone asked me if they could buy the FENX from me.  The obvious answer is “no” – unless there was was a sizable amount of money involved –  but even then I know I would be hesitant.    I started to think about the source of the hesitancy.  First off, the FENX is awesome; who else gets to drive an electric rocket/lightcyle/X-wing cockpit on wheels? Second, I actually need it:  it helps me get around town safely like nothing else can do (as my accident near the Capitol Building this week attests to).  Most importantly though, is where the FENX came from: my Dad made it, for me.  The source of it’s worth isn’t the impression I or others have of it.  The source isn’t even it’s utility and function – what it actually helps me do.  The source is the fact that Dad built it, and everything that went into building it as an expression of love and understanding to meet a legitimate need I had/have.  The creator imparted value to the creation just by act of creating.  As I said in the the NBC video years ago “that car is a constant reminder of my father’s love for me; there is so much love in that car“

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