My boys broke a window pane while wrestling. One lunged at the other. The other ducked, and the window got the raw end of the deal.
I couldn’t very well be angry since I accidentally broke my parent’s window as a child.
I actually found the whole thing rather amusing.
I put plastic over it with intentions of repairing it.
That was last April.
As I’ve mentioned before, my plans rarely happen on my timetable as I’m at the mercy of my health.
The afternoon after the window broke, I stepped on a nail and ended up with a streaking read infection. A week later, I twisted my ankle.
The entire summer was one health crisis after another.
Fast forward to October, the weekend before last to be precise. I was finally feeling well enough to attempt to address the window. Continue reading “Lessons from a Broken Window: People Are More Important Than Stuff”