This is a tragedy in which my Tesla brought a bit of joy into. Recently, my sister-in-law died after a sudden illness. She left behind a husband and four children, ages 6-15. So my wife and I rush up to be with the family, bringing our brand new Model 3. When we get to my mother-in-law's, my brother-in-law and four kids haven't yet arrived from Florida but mother-in-law tells me that my 6 year old nephew is obsessed with Tesla cars. Although no one in close proximity to him owns a Tesla and he's never ridden in one, he can readily identify Tesla cars and is super excited to see them. He spends his time pointing out every Tesla he sees out on the road from the back of the family minivan. So imagine his surprise when there is a shiny new Model 3 out in front of grandma's house. He comes running in, eyes wide yelling, "A Tes-a-la! A Tes-a-la!" (He pronounces Tesla with 3 syllables.) So throughout the heavy weekend of tears, he got some smiles spending time playing Beach Buggy Racing, making beats, and singing Careoke with his siblings and cousins. He was so excited. Taking him and his siblings for a ride made them so happy, squealing with delight as I mashed the accelerator a bunch of times.
Yes, it was a deeply sad time but for one little guy who just lost his mom, me and my Tesla gave him a little bit of sunshine.
Yes, it was a deeply sad time but for one little guy who just lost his mom, me and my Tesla gave him a little bit of sunshine.