So in my happy, generous Christmas mood I started giving people rides. Rides to their second bus stop, rides to work, rides home. I actually enjoy the time with my new friends. But there are also people I don't like very much who ask for rides; and abuse my generosity. And now it's January and I'm all salty (see post from 11/10/09) and I don't want to give rides. I need time to do my own stuff. I start thinking things like "well if you'd stayed in high school," "if you hadn't had a baby when you were 15," "if you did have SEVEN children," "if you weren't stoned all the time....." So I'm all salty and getting saltier because the bus stop in front of school got moved about a quarter of a mile up the road and with all the complaining you'd think it was two miles away. "Hell -- In New York, I walked to the station from my house, and from Grand Central Station to my office five city blocks away -- in the rain, snow, heat, cold. And it was nothing, nothing! And you're NOT EVEN 30 YEARS OLD -- GET USE TO IT." I've been thinking.
Then just a few hours later, as I sat down to teach CCD to second graders, I was struck by the opening Bible reading from Matthew 25:40
Amen, I say to you, whatever you did for one of these
least brothers of mine, you did for me.
So now I feel like a total shit, and am trying to be more like Jesus. And really, the new bus stop is on my way home anyway.