I didn’t know my picture was being taken in Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria.
I wrote the other day about a guy in a car who pulled over to ask me for directions and then called me a foreigner when he heard my accent. It made me so mad at the time that I had to spend the 40 minute bus ride forgiving him and asking God to forgive me.
Well, today it rained. No, it poured down buckets. Milan is very flat, and when it rains, most of the intersections become great ponds of filthy water. I had brought my umbrella, but it was raining so hard that the umbrella was almost useless. At the bus stop there were several of us waiting when a guy in a red car sped up and veered toward the bus stop shelter, sending up a sheet of water that drenched all of us. Was it deliberate? Definitely! When the bus came, one woman looked at me and said, “It was the guy in the red car, right?” Apparently he had done that at the stop before ours, too. Some people on the bus were really mad. I guess I would have been, too, except that I remembered that I had left both my phone and my watch at home, so there was no real harm done—at least not to me.
You know, we do have a choice in how to react to situations like these. When I walked into the door of my apartment building, the custodian just laughed and laughed. I couldn’t help myself! I laughed, too. In fact, it felt really good to laugh about it. Every once in a while, we need to remember to lighten up and just laugh. God is good, and Heaven’s gag reel should be a side-splitter!