Anyway - We had a yard sale today. I am trying to clear out some stuff before Andy deploys, so I don't have to put as much in storage while he is gone.
I had a fairly successful sale. I didn't sell my big items - my beautiful table that I have to, reluctantly, get rid of, or Andy's truck cover which he bought, painted primer grey, then stuck in my garage and has NEVER used once. Talk about a waste of money. Anyway, neither of those big items sold, but I sold a bunch of little stuff. I haven't counted the money yet, but I made at least $100, so that is cool.
The big story of the day came late in morning. We were thinking about closing down, business was slow, when three pre-teens that often roam my neighborhood rode up on their bikes. They were being slightly rambunctious, laughing a lot, but I didn't think too much of it. They asked prices on a few things, then rode away - saying they would return in awhile.
Two returned, used their $2.72 to purchase misc. items (every penny of it, which amused me to no end!) then, right before they left, the biggest one leaned over and said, "My Mom said not to say anything, but my friend stole a pair of pliers from you when we were here earlier." We talked it over a little, and I confirmed that they were our pliers. I thanked him for doing the right thing, and I asked him if he could ask his friend nicely to consider bringing them back.
A few minutes later, that same kid came back with the pliers. I thanked him again, and he rode off into the world of being 10 or 12 years old, and sadly, having a mother who advised him to "not say anything".
My heart breaks for him.
I respect him so much.
I hope, and pray, that he has a chance to turn into a man worthy of respect, rather then just a boy that does the right thing.
Please, take a moment and pray for him. Just because he is a child.