Karma

(Community Matters) Telling on myself . . . .

near tapping of whatever karma I might have in the bank.  This morning, while I was watering the lawn – specifically that extra wide rectangular stretch between the sidewalk and road – I noticed the water was spraying on a car which had been parked in front of our house for too many days. Not even one we knew, ie., not recognized as a neighbors. I quickly realized a window was cracked and that water was sometimes spraying into the car.  For a nanosecond, I thought, what the hell, they shouldn’t be parking there. Then the angel on my shoulders won rather than the devil I sometimes have to struggle against.

As Steven was leaving for church, I realized it was his car.  Yesterday, his car replaced the unknown car on the street.  They are both gray/black.