My son went running at the park in the evening. When he crossed the street his foot fell into a small, uncovered manhole. He tripped, tumbled, and rolled into a busy intersection. Thankfully, he didn’t break any bones and came away with only bruises and cuts on both his arms and legs.
What did he do?
He called the city to tell them about the accident and that the missing cover was a hazard to others. He received a call back this morning from Public Works. Please choose from the following answers what you think the person from the city of Wheat Ridge said to my son:
A. We are so sorry. We’ll send a crew over to make sure that problem is taken care of. Thank you for letting us know.
B. We just finished redoing the sidewalk there and someone must have forgotten to put the cover back on.
C. That sidewalk is closed and clearly marked with signs. You should read better next time.
By now, you’ve probably guessed the answer is “C” or I wouldn’t be writing this post. My son came to them with grace…not demanding retribution…but with a pure heart to help others. In return he was called a liar. Injustice.
It is yet another example of our broken messed up world. Blame. Covering backs. Lying. I’m sick of it. What happened to grace? Sometimes it seems like the only two possibilities people see are justice or injustice. (And I’m not even sure people always know the difference.) How about another possibility? How about grace?
Grace is awesome.
Grace is giving and forgiving when you shouldn’t have to.
Grace is taking the time to tell the city the manhole cover is open while you stand there bleeding.
This world needs more grace. Why do we humans seem to hoard it or save it up for special occasions?
Let’s not live in fear. Let’s love each other. Help each other. Forgive.