Turns out there was a lesson in store for me. I gave Sharon my address and phone number, apologized profusely for my mistake, and pleaded with her to contact me about fixing the damage to her little red car. We attended the meeting, and I apologized and pleaded again. I drove home ever so carefully to relay my driving adventure to my husband {not the first driving adventure of mine he's heard or witnessed}, and not more than an hour later the phone rang. It was Sharon, and she told me to forget about the damage. She said she and her husband took a close look at the car and decided it wasn't worth fixing. I told her again that it was, but Sharon insisted that I let it go.
Wow. I just hit someone else's car, and she said, "Forget about it. It's okay." What if we all had that kind of attitude? What if instead of showing anger we gave kindness and pardon? What a demonstration Sharon is of granting grace to someone who needed it. I hope to walk {and drive!} with a little more grace today. Thank you Sharon!
| The one thing I didn't mean to paint! |
