Last Wednesday evening a friend from the neighborhood stopped by to see if we could give him a jump. We had no idea what all saying yes would entail… Apparently, if you turned his car off, it wouldn’t come back on. We had three knocks on our door that night before Stephen decided to just let him take the cables. We haven’t seen him or the cables since.
They are just jumper cables, but I had a difficult time letting them go. I think in In part because my dad gave them to me, you know, one of those “I care about you and want you to be safe” moments. And, admittedly in larger part because I often care way to much about having stuff.
I had given a pair of jumper cables away to another friend from the neighborhood about a month ago. That was easy, they were my spares. I had plenty and it was no big thing to give out of my abundance. This time however, it left me without, and the sad truth is that my initial reaction was not one of a cheerful giver.
