© 2010 Lynsey

138 – The best intentions…


I’m driving in the driveway, and from the gate I start to feel sick. I can see a new tap attached to the front of the house. It’s not the new tap that in itself is the problem, rather the story that I can interpret from this one small change to our world.

Last night I asked my father-in-law if he’d mind taking a look at the washer in the tap on the front of our house. I didn’t have the time to sort it out, and I didn’t want to call in a plumber for something as basic as a new washer. After a few minutes of discussion we were mutually satisfied that my father-in-law would be happy to do the job, and that there was no need to give him any money as he was sure he had some spare washers in his workshop.

Sitting in the car I can guess the story. He walks over to our home with a few tools. Turns off the water, dismantles the tap, it’s more than a replacement washer. Curses. He walks home, gets the car, goes to the hardware shop, buys tap (at exorbitant price), comes back, attempts to remove old tap, skins knuckles, curses, finally cuts old tap off, installs new tap, knuckles, curses, turns the water back on, creaks, groans, too old for this, curses, and goes home.

I hate it when I ask for help with with something I believe will be straightforward and the task suddenly (and beyond my control) spirals out of all proportion. I’m very grateful we now have a leak free tap, and for having a father-in-law who’s happy to help out.

Manifesto
06. Every day you make choices.
18. Every day express love. Some people need to hear it. Most people need to see it. Donít take it for granted.
20. Every day say thank you.

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