Hello, and welcome back to
another Thursday.
This week I find myself sifting through a troubling circumstance. Maybe writing about it will bring clarity and
help one of you as well.
I drive every night for work and as I do I
come across many animals. It is one perk of my job that I do enjoy. However,
sometimes I come across animals that have been hit by cars. So there I was yesterday morning and I saw a
black & white cat lying in the road. I turned around, put on my e-lights,
grabbed my gloves and commenced to remove the black and white cat from the road
and as I was moving the cat to the side of the road, a woman came out of her
house and screamed at me, asking me what I was doing with her cat!
I placed the cat down and told her I had moved
the cat out of the road so it would not be continuously hit. I told her how
sorry I was she lost her pet. All she could do was start screaming at me that I
had hit her cat and that I should not have been speeding down her street and
now her cat was gone. I tried to tell her that I had just stopped to remove the
cat from the roadway so as to not get ran over more. Yet I just could not lead
her to understand that I had not been the one to hit her cat. I know as much as
I loved my Bella dog that I would have been devastated if she would have ever
got out and was hit. But I don't think I would assume someone that had hit my 4-legged
family member had hit them. But we all act differently with pain and grief over
the loss of a loved one.
I will not lie; this
has been bugging me so bad that she thought it was me. I feel like her seeing
me holding her cat in some way made it even more traumatic for her. I have
prayed about it many times over now. At the same time she sees me this way I
feel incredibly bad for her. I still can't help but see her tears still flowing
down her face. All I wanted to do was hug her tightly, to hug the pain way, but
no such hugs exist in the universe. Instead I was looked at as the man who sped
down the street and killed her cat.
I can't help but think
of many situations in life where we are misunderstood or are mistaken by people
who are certain they know we did something or that they know the heart and
intention of us despite us having a loving and most genuine intent. When I
think about this I really feel that I am often misunderstood. So this has just
opened up a can of worms for me to sort through, pray about and seek any
information on that might help me to better understand my feelings overall.
Part of the reason
this touches me so deeply is that my family has had me pegged for who and what
they think I am. All I can do is continually pray that one day they'll have an
interest in seeing that I am not the man they think I am... that I am not the man
that brought his boyish ways to his manhood.
Do you ever feel
people have you pegged and think they know you and have no interest in really
seeing who you really are? How do you deal with this sort of feeling? How do you
let it go?
In closing here... I
ask that everyone pray for this woman's grief. Please pray that God can bring
her some comfort.
Much love everyone, and
God bless.
~John
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