We have a beautiful home on the farm where I grew up. Actually we have the last remaining two acres. The rest of the farm has been sold off to developers and we are now surrounded by a very nice subdivision. We have a neighbor on each side who also have approximately two acres each.
Ms Bradford to the north of us, was a sweet old lady who was always pleasant and cheerful. Mr. McConkey to the south of us, was completely the opposite. He was a frustrated old man. He never smiled and was always looking for some way to find fault with what went on in our home.
We would see him in the yard and Jim would wave and try to speak, only to be met with ill remarks and a disgusted look. Mr. McConkey would take pictures of us as we worked close to the road, I guess to use them as evidence against us for trying to improve the roadside. We never quite new what he was up to or his motives associated with his actions.
There was no fence separating our two yards and if a ball or the children crossed the imaginary line, Mr. McConkey was quick to register his complaint. We lived daily wondering what his next move would be to make our lives miserable.
It was the spring of the year, and as we always did, we worked feverishly to get our yard in shape. Both Jim and I enjoy digging in the dirt, planting flowers, and creating a beautiful landscape. Located in our front yard, just inside this imaginary property line that separated our front yard from Mr. McConkey’s was a large water oak tree. This tree was so large the canopy from the tree crossed “the line” into Mr. McConkey’s yard.. It was hard to tell who really owned the tree because we shared so much of the canopy.
One Friday afternoon when I arrived home from work, I turned into the driveway, and there it was, a huge pile of limbs from the water oak on my side of “the line.” Immediately my blood began to boil. I was convinced, that old man had trimmed the tree limbs that had crossed “the line” and thrown them over in my yard to be picked up. It was the final straw. I was fed up with his attempts to annoy me and I was going to teach him a lesson that would put to rest his meanness toward us forever.
Still in my work suit, I got out of the car, and threw every limb on the pile back into his yard. I thought, “that will do it, when he sees this we probably will have it out once and for all, and I would be rid of this old man forever. He truly had become a thorn in my side and I was ready for a fight.
I headed to the house once the deed was done, and noticed Jim had returned from his weekly travels. As I stormed into the house I found Jim and told him what that old man had done and what I had done to correct it. I noticed Jim was not in a very supportive mood. The expression on his face was a strange combination of humor and fear at what I had done. He very quietly said to me, “I came home early and trimmed the limbs and was going to get you to help me clean them up when you got home.”
It was one of those moments for me when my brain processed the consequences of my past, present and future actions, and I began to panic. I realized Mr. McConkey was not home and I scramble to correct my selfish mistake before he returned. I called to Jim, “quick come help me get the limbs and put them back into our yard.” By this time, Jim was laughing so hard, he could barely walk.
We managed to return all the limbs to their rightful owner, and to this day Mr. McConkey never knew of the event. Mr. McConkey has returned to Texas to be with his children, but the water oak is still there sharing its canopy with our new neighbor. It is a daily reminder to me as I return home of how quickly we can misjudge a situation, and how quickly our selfish motives can take over.
Ephesians 4:31-32 says, “Let all bitterness, and wrath and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice; And be ye kind one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even as God, for Christ’s sake, hath forgiven you.” I am grateful Mr. McConkey was not the recipient of my anger, and I am grateful my husband is a patient man.
Dear Father, please help us to remember things are not always as they appear. Help us to see things through the eyes of the Holy Spirit, to be slow to anger, quick to forgive, and always ready to share a kind word, especially to the Mr. McConkey’s of the world.
Ann Cason
3/11/05
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