Miles walked: 50
Miles remaining: 950
Days remaining: 344
Last week, I was walking around my neighborhood with Tasha and we happened upon a pile of bricks and then another pile of bricks. The second pile was spread all out into the street. We stopped and talked to some kids that were looking at it from across the street and they said a little silver car had swerved all over their street and took out the 2 mailboxes and just kept going. He left a piece of his headlight cover and a trail of antifreeze. We’re not just talking about a mailbox, we’re talking about the big, almost as tall as me, bricked up mailboxes with the planters on the side type of mailboxes… and he just kept going.
How does someone do that? Does he know if the mailboxes were the only things he hit? There are always kids in the streets in my neighborhood, especially right after school when this happened. There are usually lots of walkers, joggers, mom’s with babies in strollers, etc.. Does he know what kind of damage he did? Does he have a conscience?
I’ve seen the mailboxes, A.K.A. “pile of bricks”, every morning on my walks. One was picked up and rebuilt immediately but the other is still just a pile of bricks by the curb. Every time I see it, I think about how someone could be so careless and reckless to damage someone’s property without even blinking. Then it started bothering me in a different way. Something happened last week and has been eating at me. I did a Hit and Run, verbally.
How did that happen? I’m the quiet, calm, relaxed person that doesn’t get upset and yell like a crazed parent. I’m the one people call when they need a voice of reason, when they need calmed down.. I’m like “the cooler” (Roadhouse – Patrick Swayze), the one that people call when they can’t keep their cool. So, what happened to me? Yup.. I had a “mad momma moment” and said something that I immediately regretted. I said it to my daughter as we were arguing. She was on the phone with her boyfriend, we were having a “difference of opinion about her attitude”, and I said something about him that I shouldn’t have said. It was tense, voices were raised, and it wasn’t nice. Words hurt.
I apologized to him later. It wasn’t well received and I still felt terrible that I had said it. What to do…What to do? I prayed. Prayed that the young man that I had verbally assaulted would know that he didn’t deserve that from me. Prayed that it wouldn’t have lasting effects on him. Prayed that God would hold him close and weigh heavy on his heart to not turn away from Him. Just prayed about it.. a lot.
Over the next few days, I noticed a bad trend of Facebook posts from my victim. I couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible for his change in attitude. Unfortunately, I’m not the only person that has verbally abused this young man. It happens frequently at home. I was witness, by phone, to a verbal assault on him a few weeks ago and it was terrible. Since hearing the things that were said to him regularly, I had been trying to rebuild him and ended up crushing him – just like those mailboxes.
This morning I got a surprise message on Facebook.. an apology from the boy that has been so constant on my mind. He had given up but asked God for another chance at 8:10 this morning. He knows that God is always there for him and he’s ready to live the God life. I can’t tell you how thankful I am for our God. I’m so thankful that he helped clean up my “Hit and Run” and has taught me some life lessons in the process.
James 1:19-20. 19 My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, 20 because human anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires.
We’re blogging life.. real life, 1 step at a time. It’s not always going to be balloon bouquets and rainbows but I think it’s important for us to be real people, even when it’s not easy. Real people mess up, ask for forgiveness, and learn from their mistakes. I know I did.