The Jesus Guy Stole My Bike
I can’t get it out of my mind. Last night I was walking my dog in my neighborhood and I noticed that the hunky guy, who mows his lawn without a shirt, sold his house and was putting the last of his stuff on the curb. For esthetic reasons, he will be sadly missed.
As I approached his house, I watched him hoist a large door out to an even larger pile, stand it on end and let it fall into a pile of odd remains. Then he climbed into his truck, closed the garage door and backed out of his driveway for the last time. We made eye contact. He slowed down a little bit. Then it looked like he changed his mind and he continued down the road. I wondered what he was going to say. Was he going to ask me if I thought his stuff would be safe until he could come back for the last load, or did he want to invite me to take something that he’d rather see go to a “good person” than into a landfill?
I assumed it was the latter, but still, I didn’t think it was right to start picking through his things while I could still see the break lights of his truck at the stop sign. I was casual about it. I walked the dog beyond a few more houses, while eyeing the pile in the dark to make out the shapes. I couldn’t believe it. He was throwing out a...[please continue reading HERE]