There are moments which seem to stick, while others soon fade. I recently had a sticky moment. But I didn’t know it when it occurred.
I pulled out of the driveway to run some post holiday errands. As much as I dislike necessary, inconvenient chores, and usually procrastinate to the last drip of time, the post-holiday, get-me-out-of-the-house errands seem cleansing. There is life after Christmas cheer.
So…I pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street. No big deal until an odd-shaped small cat crossed in front of me. It did not run; it could barely walk. As soon as it reached the grass at the edge of the pavement it laid down, as if it spent all its energy.
“Poor kitty,” I said to no one else in the car. “I’ll bet you belong to that inbred menagerie across the street. They won’t even let their dog come inside, let alone any of their dozen or so cats.” I made a mental note to check on the small kitty when I returned from my cleansing, albeit necessary errand run.
“Oh good. The cat is no longer there.” Again, I spoke out loud as though I needed to relieve a tiny bout with irresponsibility.
The next morning was garbage day. A slight flurry of spring cleaning insured I would tend to the full trash can.
There… in the middle of the street lay the weak, deformed unwanted and obviously unloved cat. The one I rationalized out of my conscience just a few hours before.
So why do we ignore sticky moments? Or, at least, why did I ignore and rationalize the insignificant sight before me as it happened?
I was busy!!
So…how important is busy?
Some busies are critical and some are excuses for turning away from the ugliness we endure every day. Must we turn hard-hearted to survive?
We, I must, absolutely must work even harder to do what I know is right and accept responsibility for unwanted sticky moments and go to bed without criticism of my day’s actions.
I think I will remember that small cat for a long time.