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The summer in Plains, Georgia, was hot and humid. Young Jimmy Carter, no more than ten years old, sat under the shade of an old pecan tree. Beside him stood a makeshift wooden stand crafted from spare planks his father had discarded. A hand-painted sign read, “Peanuts 5¢ a Bag.”
Jimmy’s father, Earl, suggested selling peanuts after the latest harvest.
“You’ll learn the value of hard work,”
Earl had said, his weathered hand resting on Jimmy’s shoulder.
“And how to talk to people. That’s important.”
Jimmy took the advice seriously. He woke early each morning to bag the peanuts. He carefully measured each part to guarantee every customer got their money’s worth. Then he’d march down the dirt road to the little stand. He would sit there until the sun dipped low in the sky.
On this particular day, business was slow. The air was thick with the buzz of cicadas, and Jimmy’s mind wandered as he stared down the empty road. He thought about the world beyond Plains. It was a world he’d only glimpsed in books. Travelers passing through town also told him stories about it.
As he mused, a car sputtered to a stop nearby. It was an old Ford, its green paint faded and dust-caked. A man stepped out, dressed in overalls and a straw hat. He approached the stand with a friendly smile.
“Afternoon, young man,”
the stranger said, his voice tinged with a twang.
“How much for a bag of those peanuts?”
“Five cents, sir,”
Jimmy replied, standing up straight.
The man chuckled.
“You drive a hard bargain, but I reckon it’s worth it.”
He handed Jimmy a shiny nickel, and Jimmy passed him a bag of peanuts in return.
The man lingered, munching on the peanuts as he leaned against the car.
“You’re Earl Carter’s boy, ain’t ya?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, you got his knack for business. Ever think about what you wanna do when you’re older?”
Jimmy hesitated, then spoke with quiet determination.
“I think I’d like to help people. Maybe be a farmer like my dad, or –– maybe even something bigger. Like a teacher or someone who solves problems.”
The man nodded thoughtfully.
“That’s a fine ambition. Keep that kindness in your heart, boy. The world can use more folks like you.”
Jimmy smiled, his youthful confidence bolstered by the stranger’s words.
Years later, as President of the United States, Jimmy Carter often recalled that summer by the peanut stand. There, under the pecan tree, he first learned the value of hard work. He also learned humility and the simple power of connecting with others. These were lessons that would guide him throughout his life.
The stand was long gone. But, the spirit of that little boy with big dreams remained. It was forever rooted in the red soil of Plains.
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