Weird Wednesday

Wednesday was weird....that is all I can say

It wasn't so much the day while we were in school....it was more afterwards.

I had to administer a TAKS type benchmark test.  Watching students take a very long test is about as interesting as watching grass grow.  I was tired from doing nothing the whole day.  I had to pick Katherine up earlier than usual because she didn't feel well.  I think she was suffering from fatigue and stress due to the fact that she still has a substitute teacher in her room  as her regular teacher broke her arm.

At any rate, we had to go all the way back to the house because I had left the checkbook.  So after we got the checkbook, we stopped at the grocery store.  Some time in there I figured out, based on evidence in the car and an oil change guy who said so, that I had a mouse living somewhere in my car.  Um.....eeeww.  So despite this traumatic news we leave and go to pick up Emily.

On the way out of the neighborhood, Emily is screaming and Katherine is asking me why is Emily screaming.  In my effort to answer Katherine and soothe Emily, I looked at the back seat  Apparently, I took the steering wheel with me because when I looked up, a GIANT green mailbox was in my face.

I took out a mailbox.  Oh man.....

I got out and looked.  Yep, the mailbox was destroyed.  Half the post was in the yard and I had sent the top helicopter flying 20 feet way.  Oh my.

I backed up my car a bit (having to wait for a woman walking her pink sweatered Wienie dog to get out of the way) and met the mailbox owner.

"I am SOOOOO sorry!  My girls were crying and I was trying to help them and your mailbox was my victim."

This wonderful "good guy" lady looked at me and said

"It's okay.  Don't worry.  Honey, if you need to cry...it's okay, just cry."

And I did....a blithering, incoherent crying.

She hugged me and assured me that all was okay.

Right before Michael passed away, he said the ultimate compliment was that someone was just a "good guy".  They did the right thing when the right thing was not popular or maybe the hard thing to do.

This sweet lady could have become really angry or not been forgiving.  Thankfully, she was the opposite.  She not only told me that it was all okay but comforted me after I had murdered her mailbox. (and it was a nice mailbox.)

It just reaffirmed with me that all of the work that we do towards the scholarship to honor Michael's memory, is worth it.

Good guys exist in this world when you least expect it or when you take out a mailbox.