Not in expectance
I remember the day clearly. I had just finished washing my clothes and left them outside to dry. That evening, I was preparing to go for a night vigil, but I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I kept thinking, "What if it rains?" But I brushed the thought aside, thinking it would be fine. Despite the feeling, I went ahead and headed to the vigil.
Around 1am, I ended up falling asleep at a friend’s place not too far from the vigil. It had been a long day, and I couldn’t fight the tiredness. By the time I woke up the next morning, everything around me looked drenched. The signs of heavy rainfall were clear. All I could think about were the clothes I left hanging outside.
I rushed back home, fearing what I might find. As I arrived, I noticed some of my neighbors' clothes scattered on the ground, soaked from the rain. I prepared myself for the worst, already feeling disappointed at the thought of my freshly washed clothes lying in the mud. To my surprise, none of my clothes were there. My confusion quickly turned into worry.
It was only when I saw my neighbor that I found out what happened. He told me he had woken up around 2am when the rain started and decided to bring my clothes inside. I was so grateful, I thanked him over and over. His small act of kindness saved me a lot of trouble and frustration.
I couldn’t help but think back to the feeling I had before leaving for the vigil. I should’ve listened to my gut. But, in the end, I was lucky that my neighbor was thoughtful enough to step in and help.
Around 1am, I ended up falling asleep at a friend’s place not too far from the vigil. It had been a long day, and I couldn’t fight the tiredness. By the time I woke up the next morning, everything around me looked drenched. The signs of heavy rainfall were clear. All I could think about were the clothes I left hanging outside.
I rushed back home, fearing what I might find. As I arrived, I noticed some of my neighbors' clothes scattered on the ground, soaked from the rain. I prepared myself for the worst, already feeling disappointed at the thought of my freshly washed clothes lying in the mud. To my surprise, none of my clothes were there. My confusion quickly turned into worry.
It was only when I saw my neighbor that I found out what happened. He told me he had woken up around 2am when the rain started and decided to bring my clothes inside. I was so grateful, I thanked him over and over. His small act of kindness saved me a lot of trouble and frustration.
I couldn’t help but think back to the feeling I had before leaving for the vigil. I should’ve listened to my gut. But, in the end, I was lucky that my neighbor was thoughtful enough to step in and help.
