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When Adam stopped by today in his cop clothes on his loud motorcycle bike it occurred to me the neighbors probably think David has been beating me, or I him? I mean, come on, three days in a row already?
Adam, the policeman who tore up the ticket he had been writing which led David to give him his car, has begun working on the old car (a project with his son) and found all kinds of interesting things under the front seat including a cell phone (and I wondered why David never answered his phone); a cell phone battery (guess it wore out?); other miscellany and a metal cough drop box filled with coins (David said it was for parking meters).
Yes, it was good of Adam to return all this stuff. Adam once again asked David if he could give him something for the car. David looked at me and I shook my head. Then David said, “Give something to your favorite charity, perhaps the police benevolent society?” Adam finally agreed and that was settled.
Why don’t we want something for the old car? Why would we? I am happy to have it taken away, although I do feel sad for David as he loved the little car. Also, I don’t want anything, because we don’t need anything. All of our needs and a few of our wants are met. We have enough.
How much is enough? Someone raised this question in a women’s group I belonged to years ago. The question struck me as provocative. I mean how much is enough? Was it a million dollars, diamonds or what. Each of us had our own idea.
We have a roof over our heads, eat regularly, have a lovely garden, are in good health, and have healthy pets. And we manage to do fun things including nice things for others. It feels wonderful. All though my life people, sometimes complete strangers have done nice things for me and for David too. When I was younger and relatively poor, I often wondered why someone was so generous and caring of me, and now I know the answer, they felt they had enough and it made them feel good to be kind.