This morning, a man rang our doorbell. I was shocked to see someone (besides the usually postal delivery person) standing at the door. It was 8 a.m. The man explained we seemed to have a leak in the backyard. Our backyard was flooded.
I quickly thanked the man, closed the front door and ran out the back door. My mind was racing. What did I do now? I always seem to mess something up. Now, what was I going to be in trouble for?
I rounded the corner of our house when I saw it. And yes! Our backyard was indeed flooded. Water was gushing out of a pipe! As fast as lightning, I shut off the water. Quickly, water stopped flowing through the pipe, and the crisis ceased. I examined the area and realized there was a faulty part which broke, and exposed a one inch hole in the pipe.
I was happy and relieved I had not done anything wrong. Rust was to blame for this fiasco. I am bummed we lost so much water, which will significantly increase our water bill, but I am doing a happy dance a very kind man told me about the leak. Without him, I am not sure how long water would have continued to flood the yard. Praise be to God for this wonderful man who showed me today what loving your neighbor as yourself looks like.
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