One of our family cars slid on a wet curvy road and took out someone’s brick mailbox. (Everyone is fine. No one was hurt.)
Talking with the affected homeowner, she said that was about the 8th time that someone had had some kind of wreck in her yard. I know she had to be thinking “Are you kidding me? Again?”
But what she did was offer a hug and say “I’m so glad that you are not hurt.”
She’s probably facing a couple of weeks of hassle to fix something that wasn’t her fault, but I was blown away by the grace she offered us. I would love to think that I would be as graceful as she was to us if the roles are reversed, but I’m not at all confident that would be the case.
At a moment when she had every right to yell and complain, she made a bad night a little better than it could have been by being human. It was really humbling and inspiring.
Grace is a really wonderful thing, if you can manage it. I hope to be able to pay it forward.