It's funny how, sometimes, you give feeling good about it and it turns into something else over something small.
After sweat equity of four hours, I showered and slept well having done something good. I wasn't expecting anything in return. Turns out I left some supplies at the site. Asking the owner to toss them in her trunk and I'd get them the next time I saw her. Easy peasy, right. I was rebuffed in a rather harsh way.
Ed lent some tools to a neighbor and they were returned, yay, but unassembled. WHAT? No explanation for why.
We both sat last night scratching our heads. This morning, I am happy with myself for not responding to the harsh response I received. Realizing, I did the right thing and her response is really none of my business.
Ed will put the tools back together, no harm, no foul. But. . .I wonder if we will be so generous the next time an opportunity comes up. I hope so. For if we let this experience change our nature, the ingrates win.
I had a pastor once who told my disappointed son: You will give to others and they will hurt you, give anyway. I think I'll take that advice.
Surprisingly, this morning I am happy and feel good inside. Having stopped myself from a sharp response, I kept my sword sheathed. One step toward adulthood. Hip hip hooray!
Fantasizing the freedom from discouragement at disappointment.