I must have been about 11 or 12 years old. My dad taught himself how to paint signs by hand for local businesses. He used to take me along to help. We were working on a local fast-food joint called the “Tasty Freeze,” which has long since gone the way of the Dodo bird. I remember the sun was setting. Dad was up on the ladder finishing up while I was down below gathering up all our supplies to go home. I picked up an open can that was practically empty and saw this bug stuck on the bottom. With my brand new 12 year old brain, I decided that I was going to kick the bottom of the can to get the bug out of there.
Holding the can in both hands, I gave it a kick like a punter on the 30 yard line. Whoapp!…and just like that tiny drops of paint sprayed all over the windows and side of the building. It was a grand mess. I stood there speechless. A customer walking into the store sees this and saids, “Mr. Coleman, I think you better come down here.” I can only imagine what my dad was thinking as he climbed down that ladder. I knew that whatever was going to happen after he came down, I well deserved it.
To my surprise, he didn’t say a word. To my amazement, he didn’t even give me a harsh look. He just picked up a rag and a can of paint thinner and started cleaning up the mess. It is hard to explain what such love and forgiveness feels like unless you have experienced something simlar to this.
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But…did you tell him you were trying to free the fly? Even an insect deserves a second shot at life.
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lol…once I made the mess the insect was completely forgotten.
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