The kids and I ran an errand Tuesday morning. We searched a bit for a parking spot, but finally settled on one that would have us pulling in towards a truck that had pulled in a little past the white line. I felt the need to get in as tight as I could, since my vehicle is a long SUV. As I was pulling in, I noticed the driver was still in his seat, with his door open and it appeared he was checking something on his phone.
He wasn't looking at me, until I put my vehicle into park. He stood up on the running boards of his truck and shouted something to me. I told the kids to stay in their seats, and I rolled my window down. He informed me, in a less than respectful way, that I had hit his truck.
I hadn't felt any impact, and knowing I had pulled into the space at such a slow speed, I didn't suspect any damage. But the guy was fuming.
I exited my vehicle and went to look. The black molded license plate frame was indeed touching his truck's bumper. I apologized and told him my truck must have jerked forward as I put it into park. He again repeated that I had hit his truck.
I felt the need to inform him, as nicely as I could muster, that if he hadn't pulled through the space, over the white line, I may have had enough room to pull my truck in so my back end would not be sticking out. I apologized again and we both got back into our vehicles.
I didn't like the idea of getting out and walking away from the truck while he was still in his. So I turned around and talked to the kids, trying to keep their eyes from looking at him. We stayed in a few minutes - and he never budged. Rather than sit in the car any longer, I told the kids we'd get out and head into the store.
As we got out, he walked around to the passenger side of my vehicle - the side where my kids were getting out.
I rushed around to their side and looked at the man, not sure what was going to happen.
He looked at me and apologized. He said he was having a rough week and dealing with a lot of stuff. He apologized and offered, "It was just my bumper, you're not going to hurt my bumper."
He had used vulgar language in his explanation, and quickly apologized for using it in front of my kids. He said he has kids too.
I hurt for the man. I offered him one last apology and wished him a good day. We both headed into the store.
We never saw him again.
But my heart was hurting for him. And my kids had witnessed this. So I used it as an opportunity.
Before we left the parking lot, I tucked a note under his windshield that simply said,
"We pray that you'll know God is bigger than any problems you may face."
With my children, I said a prayer for this man and his family.
Lord, may we be quick to pray, rather than quick to ignore, recognizing God puts people in our paths for a reason.