A Good Neighbor

What he said irked me, but it really didn't hurt. It felt the same as following a putzy driver when I'm in a hurry. I wanted to mutter, "C'mon."

So I muttered. . .too much. I deceived myself, thinking it was a good opportunity to make a point, but no justification made it right. When I had a hard time looking at him a few days later I realized I was out of line, WAY out of line. My words caused uncomfortable attention for both of us. What I said was completely petty and stupid and down right ugly. As hard as it was, I had to own up to and apologize for my inane behavior. I was wrong. And insensitive. And hurtful.

He and his wife listened quietly and attentively. They patiently let me get it all out as I struggled to talk through my crying. There was no lashing back, no accusations, no sharp words. Instead he looked me in the eye and said softly,

"Tami, if I hurt you in any way, I am so sorry."

I still tear up thinking about it. I was the idiot, yet he cared enough to acknowledge my feelings.

There were many tough times in the following days and months. I was so ashamed and unsure of myself I wanted to crawl under the covers and forget about life for awhile. This man and his wife nudged me along when I wanted to quit. They were quick to bring hugs and encouraging words and, I suspect, many prayers. They helped me heal.

How do you say thank you for such undeserved grace, such mercy in the flesh?

Jesus said, "Go and do likewise."


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