In order to accommodate his wheelchair, our neighbor Fred built a spectacular walking path around his pond. The path is adorned with gorgeous trees, grasses, and flowering plants. Its edge shimmers reflectively as glass globes bounce back the summer sunshine and evening landscape lights. Fred and his family generously allow our boys to enjoy this oasis. We love meandering along the path and catching frogs, minnows, and tadpoles in the pond.
One day, the globes proved to be too much of a temptation for Blaise. Before I could react, he picked one up and threw it as hard as he could. The globe cracked in two.
“Oh, no,” I said, “we need to find Fred and tell him we’ve broken his globe.”
Well, find Fred we did. From behind the shelter of my legs, Blaise haltingly told Fred about breaking the globe, and that he was “sowwy.”
Fred’s response could not have been more generous. “It’s okay, little fellow, I’ve broken several myself,” he replied. Fred’s response in the next few weeks was a picture of grace. He came out to visit with the boys more often as they played around the pond, once remarking, “I sure was proud of the little fellow’s apology the other day.” A week or two later, he invited the boys into his shop to see a swing he’d purchased to hang on the trees near his pond. Fred’s boys are all grown, but he’d seen the swing and thought our boys might enjoy it. Blaise’s confession actually brought him into closer fellowship with Fred.
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