Dents in a Car

Yesterday was a heck of a day. One of the things that just really set it off right was when I was pulling out of the office driveway to go to lunch. There were lots of guys doing construction next door and they all parked in our parking lot, until there was barely room for us. In all the congestion, the lawn maintenance guys backed their trailer right into my car. It left a dent a few inches long in the back door. It's not the worst in the world, but it's still there.

I was really surprised to see how honest the yard guy was. I was on my way out and would not have even looked at that side until it was too late. I wouldn't have even known there was a dent in my car or where it came from. But he waved me down and stopped me to tell me about it. When I looked at it, he offered me his business card and told me to call him about taking care of it. Now I just need to figure out what to do with it. I want to reward him for his honesty but I don't really like having a huge dent in my car. I also don't like the idea of paying for someone else's mistake. I guess I'll keep thinking about it and figure it out in time.

Shards of Time

In shattered fragments the sands of time
Slip slowly through my fingers.
In glittered stars the shards of life
Blow softly in the wind.

In hazy mist the scattered dreams
Withdraw from the horizons.
In dappled light the shadows fade
And life now takes its form.

The plans we made, the paths we take
The choices come and gone.
The journey's end is in plain sight.
Too late to turn around.