I saw a bunch of suggestions on the ideas page of “cleaning your friend’s house”. There had to be like five of those on there, all saying the same thing. While I didn’t exactly clean my friend’s house, I did something that’s a bit similar. \tMy grandparents were coming over to my house to have dinner. This was a sort of family get together, with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc. Now my grandparents had given me their car about a year ago. I was so thankful and I swore to them that I’d take care of it. Well, let’s just say I’m not that good at keeping promises, because the car was a mess. There was bird poop on it, stuff cluttered in the back and in the trunk… And I decided that as much as I loved all the stuff back there, and as busy as I was at the time, with just getting finished with touring colleges and working day and night on my Eagle Project proposal, I had to make the car look presentable to my grandparents, ESPECIALLY my grandfather, who had treated the car like his own child. If he looked in the window to the back of the car, he wouldn’t say anything, but he would definitely feel disappointed. So I dropped everything and went outside and commenced my cleanup. \tIt took about a half an hour. There was so much junk in the back, like drumsticks, plastic cups, lots of Skittles… And then I got to the trunk. Now the trunk has always been where my brother and I keep our “stash”, like multiple 12 packs of soda, bags full of candy, Fruit Loops (don’t ask). And there was so much other stuff back there I didn’t even know I had. A button down shirt, my missing hat that had seemed to disappear for three months, my certificate for my confirmation into my church, empty soda cans, a two week old sandwich (no wonder the car had smelled so much)... And I dumped it all on the pavement and looked back in my car and I asked myself why I hadn’t done this before. \tThen I grabbed a wet rag and wiped off all the bird poop. The car wasn’t shining like new, but it did look a lot better than before. Then I remembered something my mom told me about how my grandfather would never let the gas tank go down to ‘E’ and would always fill the car right up whenever he had used ¾ of the gas. Apparently it’s better for the car. While I knew he’d never really see this, I knew it would’ve made him happy if he’d known that I had filled up the tank, as my car was almost at ¾ of the way to empty. So I told my mom I was going out to get gas, spent about $23 dollars, filled my car up, and drove back home. I was pleased with the work I had done and went back inside to work more on my Eagle Project proposal. \tMy grandparents had later shown up at the house. While we were all eating dinner, my grandfather grinned at me and said “The car’s looking good”, which was something he’d never really said to me before. \tI’m now committing myself to cleaning out my car every month. While it’s not “cleaning a friend’s house”, it is taking about an hour out of my day to help keep one of the things my grandfather cherishes most in the best shape it can be. I’m also saving up money now for a car wash, because I myself could care less about how my car looks, but my grandfather can’t, and I want to make him happy again the next time he sees my car.