For the past month or so I’ve been working for my friend Jeff Fazekas. He makes plexiglass cases for sports memorabilia and guitars and sells them on eBay. My job was to clean ’em, polish ’em up like you wax a car, package ’em and slap Fed-ex labels on ’em.
It was a pretty good and basic little job and Jeff is a good guy to work for. He’s a very interesting man. He told me he’s married, but yet he doesn’t wear a ring because it made his finger all red because he kept spinning it all the time. He owns (as far as I know) at least 4 cars including a Pontiac Solstice and a Ferrari. He runs his own investment office, owns and rents out several houses and apartments, but seems to spend most of his time running this eBay business. And it’s quite a little business if I do say so myself. I’d say we shipped out 10 cases a day. And then with the Christmas season at full swing we sent out a lot more.
He’s told me stories about how he’s met and knows famous people and athletes. He told me how one of Mike Krzyzewski’s (basketball coach at Duke University) kids married someone from our town and how he comes here from time to time. He’s friends with former Detroit Piston Chucky Atkins, and good friends with a guy on the Red Wings. He told me if I ever meet Brett Hull (future Hall of Fame hockey player) to mention his name and he’ll cringe and say, “Oh, Fazekas!”
Jeff has a really good heart that I think people may not see at first. He helps out some of his tenants who are tight on cash by offering them some jobs. Shoot, he certainly didn’t have to, but he let me work for him for a month or so.
As far as I know he is not a christian, but yet he told me the other day that he sent in a $400 check for this very trip. And that was only the first chunk.
Here is a picture in his office with his daughter Reagan playing under his desk.
I hope that he has maybe seen Jesus through me.
Then there is Kevin. The mastermind that actually makes the cases.
From what I’ve seen, Kevin is a rough-edged but genuine guy. He probably smoked a pack of cigarettes just while we worked. He wore clothes that most people would’ve thrown in the garbage a long time ago. He seems to take pride in his work and makes sure things are done right. He’s a talker that didn’t take long to feel at ease around.
Almost immediately upon meeting him, I saw him as a guy that I could witness to and potentially be Jesus with skin on. I wasn’t sure in what way to do it though. I didn’t want to push anything on him but didn’t want to do too little though either. So I prayed about it and just kind of waited until I felt God telling me to do or say something. I didn’t really feel the push to do any of that until today, my last day working. As I drove home to get some lunch I was thinking about what to say to him. I thought, maybe I’ll ask him if I could pray with him. But that didn’t really feel right. I ended up telling him about this trip a little bit, gave him my card and then asked him if there was anything he’d like prayer for. He said he was doin pretty well and there wasn’t really any crisis’s that he could think of. Then he told me just to pray in general for him, his parents and his son. Then he thought of his ex-wife Dorothy who is in or was in rehab for meth. He said I could pray for her. I told him I would, then took a few pictures of the place. And I was thinking about how I wanted to write this blog about him and that I just had to have a picture of him! The picture above was the last picture I took before my camera battery died. Fitting huh.
