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The Right Thing

A wild snowstorm swept through the area one Sunday in January. Almost everything else were closed and we were alerted to stay off the streets. The next day the road crews worked hard to clear away the snow and ice.

By Tuesday the storm was over so I was able to keep my dentist appointment. The driving was good — until I turned into the parking lot. Ice. While parking my car, I slid into the car next to me, scraping the left rear fender with my right front fender.

As far as I could see, there were no dents, only scrapes. Or maybe I just replaced the snow from that  car onto mine.

I didn’t know who owned the car and didn’t see anyone around. I could leave and they’d probably not even see any scratches until the next time he or she went through a car wash. By then they would have no idea how those scratches got there. And I wouldn’t have to report it to my insurance company. Phew! It wasn’t my fault. The owner of the property should have taken better care of the parking lot.

Once I had come out of a restaurant, and had just gotten into my car, when I noticed a red truck backing out of his parking space. In attempting to leave, he went around too close to another car and hit the front fender. The man got out of the truck, looked at the car he’d hit, got back into the truck and drove away. I took down his license plate number. I took the time to look at the victim’s car, and sure enough, there were damages.

Doing What Is Right

Since I had no idea which building the owner would be in,  and I didn’t want to be late getting back to work, I left a note under the windshield wiper. The lady who owned the car called me at work when she found the note. I told her what I had witnessed and she gave my information to the police. The police department called me and I verified what had happened. He took it from there.

So walking away from the car that I had hit wasn’t even a temptation. I ripped a bit of paper off the bottom of my grocery list and left a note on the windshield. By the time I had left the dentist’s office, the owner (a woman) had found my note, and I was able to talk to her and get the information I needed to report to my insurance company.

As a Christian I know I had done the right thing. Also, at the time I was working as an insurance claims adjuster.

Marion Tickner writes from New York.

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Marion Tickner

writes from New York.

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