Before I met my husband I lived on the ground floor of and old house. The landlord lived on the second floor and his sister lived in the basement. One of the first things I was told about the neighborhood was to watch out for the lady across the street. She was reportedly a mean old woman who loved to spend her days calling the police to tow away any car parked on the street in front of her house. I was told to make sure and tell all my friends not to park there.
I usually take this kind of thing in stride. Maybe people were mean to her. Who knows why she likes to have cars towed. Maybe there was a good reason. I was incredibly busy so I didn’t have much time to hang out in the neighborhood, but I did smile and wave whenever I saw her.
One day I was walking my beloved little dog. Wouldn’t you know she decided to do her business right in front of that lady’s house? Normally I carried something to pick the poop up with should that happen, but this time I was empty handed. I decided to walk to the end of the street before returning. As I neared my house to go get something, the lady came pounding out of her house yelling and waving her arm at me and telling me in no uncertain terms to get that out of her yard. I didn’t trust myself to talk to her with her shouting ugly words at me, so I just nodded and went inside to get something.
I came back out with a bag in hand and thankfully the woman was gone. I walked over to her lawn looking for the mess, but couldn’t find it. I stood there puzzled for a moment. As mad as she was I couldn’t risk leaving it there…but where was it. She once again appeared in her doorway and shouted, “Never mind I already threw it in your yard!”
I was mad. How rude! I wish I could say that I handled it beautifully and loved her the way Christ has loved me, in spite of my sinfulness, but I didn’t. I turned around and went back to my house leaving her standing in her door way. What a wasted opportunity on my part!