Yep. You guessed it.
In a way I can see how he would have parked there before. Maybe he didn't realize how disruptive his actions were. But now I've spoken with him and he conciously decides to park there again, despite knowing that it causes hardship. That is the tell-tale sign of what type of person he is. If a neighbor or coworker told me something I was doing was irritating, I would try to stop. At least the best side of me hopes that I would. Every day is closer to Spring.
Updated update: Miraculous! He moved his truck! The snow is coming down in gusts. Maybe his wife spoke with him. Any-which-way-YAY!
My neighbor only parks on our side of the street when there is a snowstorm. That way his side of the street is plowed clear while the snowplow dumps all the snow into our driveway where I have to shovel it out before being able to take my son to school and take myself to work. Normally it is a minor inconvenience, but with this year's snowfall - numerous and heavy - this last storm was the last straw. I had to shovel out a 4.5 foot tall by 6 feet wide by 4 foot deep snow heap... and I put it all in behind the neighbor's truck. He asked me if there was a problem and I said, why, yes, there was. Words were exchanged to put it politely. He will most likely do the same with any remaining snowstorms, but I am writing up a plan for the city to review showing why no one should park on one side of the street after a 2-inch snowfall. No one else parks on the street - just this guy. It would be easier for the plows to remove the snow and easier for people to navigate on the street. Hopefully NEXT year I won't have to go through this anymore. There are notes in the picture on my Flickr. UPDATE: It is the following day and all the muscles in my back, hammies and wrists are painfully knotted up. Geez, I can't wait to see how I feel tomorrow. OUCH!
The constant hum of helicopter motors is strange for this small town.
The big question is why? In cases like this there is no reason, no logic. There is no why. In my mind the why doesn't matter. Seven people went to school this morning, young full of life, never dreaming that they wouldn't make it home that evening to share Valentine's with their loved ones.
Parents sent their children to school, offering them everything they had so that their children could be offered every opportunity to be successful. Now they are crying, wishing they had never sent them away from home. A parent's job is to keep their children safe and healthy and to love them always. They will continue to love their children, but they will not see them again in this lifetime and never again have the opportunity to keep them safe.
Life is fleeting and precious, but who among us understands this fact unless something like this happens? Then, in time, this feeling will fade until it happens again. I felt awful when I heard about Columbine, about Virginia Tech, but to be honest that was "somewhere else." I had prayed for those families in earnest, but the shock I felt yesterday made me physically ill. I had difficulty focusing, my hearing was muffled. I felt a disconnect between reality and what I was viewing. It was the same feeling I had on 9•11. "All those people." I could feel the suffering of the people caught, jumping, their families... true suffering, not just a heart ache, but a soul ache.
I heard the news through a co-worker whose friend had called him on his cell to say that he was locked in the Holmes Student Center basement because there had been a shooting. It was difficult to look at my co-worker's face. I could see the concern, disbelief, and sorrow. His other friends started calling, the news kept getting worse. I felt badly for him. He is a young guy and this is probably the first time he has had to deal with something so tragic as an adult.
Is it so difficult to try to be good. Even if you think about doing something bad, is it so difficult to say to yourself, "No!"? When I was young the world was black and white. The older I get, the easier it is to see the grays. It is more confusing, but I still have a sense of right and wrong, black and white... and now red. Society today doesn't see the gray. They only acknowledge the black or white after the fact. Little by little, slowly and imperceptibly, like the proverbial frog in a pot of boiling water, society had gone insane. Drug addicts, drunkards, liars, those materialistic ideals - those are the people society raises up as "successful." Think about the celebrities we and our children want to be like. Are they good people? Do we really want to be like that? Does their plight entertain us? Should it?
Morality is not based on the highest common denominator any longer. We have lowered ourselves so that the basest among us rule. If you tell someone they are wrong, it is someone else's fault. If you say what they did was bad, you are being judgmental. If you notify authorities, you are interfering. Following the law or obeying rules is for "someone else." Everyone feels they are the exception. Society cannot function in this way.
In the end all we can do is try to be good ourselves. Try to do good for others, maybe that kindness and generosity and loving will rub off onto them. I know that when a stranger does a kindness to me, my faith in humanity is renewed. It is the small things in life that build on one another. Smile at a stranger. Open the door for someone behind you. Let an older person have that parking space close to the door. Tell those close to you that you love them. Play peek-a-boo with a baby who is crying. It doesn't a great person with unlimited funds to change the world. It takes you.
The gnomes went out this morning. I told them not to. They didn't even wear their mittens! We had about 10 inches of snow overnight, but they were determined to start planting their flowers. Eventually, inevitably, I went out to rescue them when they became stuck in the snow. Silly gnomes.