I’ve had a s*^%%# week. Really filled with “junk” in all areas of my life. However, I pride myself in being half-full (most days) so, it was ok (and likely all for a reason).
Yesterday I decided to work from home. I went to the health club over lunch, looking for some relief from my racing mind and practice. As I walked out of the club, I saw a couple of friends. I got hugs from each of them and I felt “golden!”
I got in my car and drove out of the parking lot. As I got on the freeway, I noticed a piece of paper on my windshield under my wiper. I was shocked that the paper didn’t fly off and I can see it’s a hand written note. When I get to my destination, I pull the paper off and read it:
I may have scuffed your left rear bumper. My name and number is …
Please call so I may provide my insurance information.
Wow. I was floored. How incredible! I would never have known about the scuff had he not written the note (mind you, I’ve been hit in that parking lot before with no note, no nothing). I contemplate what I should do about the car but I know what I want to do about him … I want to call him. I do.
I tell him how fantastic, really so generous that he would leave me a note. He said he felt bad and wasn’t sure how much damage there really was. I thank him profusely and tell him that there is not enough damage to turn anything in. He tells me if I change my mind, just give him a call. Amazing, right?
My kids and I talk about this. Life is full of those times where “no one knows” or “no one sees” something that happens. Where we can get away with things that we really, in good conscience shouldn’t. This guy could have gotten away and chose not to. It was a nice reminder that there’s honesty and good in the world. It’s a nice way to start the weekend!
Have a wonderful Friday!
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