Last Sunday, which was Easter Sunday, Anne's mother Mary and I were on our way to my home to prepare for an Easter and Passover celebration for a dozen people. But when we passed a bag full of eaten fast food left on the road, I pulled over and picked it up, as I would hope any good citizen would do.
To the right of where I picked up the trash was a woman and I explained what happened and asked if I could drop it in her recycle container. Although using her recycle container would cost her nothing she immediately declined, claiming the trash was now my responsibility, not hers.
When I smiled and showed her where I picked up the trash in front of her house, she looked and said it was closer to her neighbor's house and therefore it was the neighbor's responsibility. With a bigger smile, I wished her a happy holiday and took the trash home to my recycle container. And oddly enough I felt good knowing I had quickly gotten past any anger toward her and was able to see God within her.
Dick
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