4. The Parking Spot Thief Who Wasn’t
For weeks, someone kept stealing my reserved parking spot at work. I left sarcastic notes, stewing in frustration.
Then, one rainy Monday, I blocked the spot with cones and waited. Out came the “thief” — limping badly. His own space was under renovation, and he’d recently had surgery, making walking long distances difficult.
Shame washed over me. I offered him my spot permanently. Sometimes, kindness starts with admitting we’ve judged too soon.
