My neighbors used my yard for their holiday party while I was away. They thought the worst I could do was complain about the damage. Then one forgotten camera showed me the mistake they could never take back.
I was 42 years old when I learned that some people do mistake kindness weakness.n.
If you had asked anyone on my street before last Fourth of July, they probably would have described me as quiet, polite, and private.
The widow in the blue house with the climbing roses and the neat brick path leading to the backyard pergola.
The woman who always waved, always signed the card when someone was sick, and always brought in trash bins if the wind knocked them over.
They would have left out the important part.