I’ve done a fair amount of painting in my life and paint just doesn’t seem to go as far as it does when your watching it in your rear view mirror flipping uncontrollably down the street with the lid off. I apparently forgot to close my tailgate and my tools and paint just didn’t seem to want to be in the truck anymore and they jumped out, or fell out. I didn’t actually see that part. What a mess. White semi gloss in the middle of the road. Baruch Hashem the other gallon can and the five-gallon bucket did not open.
So, I tried to direct traffic around the spill and pick up the cans and toolboxes from the street while my wife patiently tried to understand why I was calling her. To top everything off, some of the people insisted on driving THROUGH the puddle. Paint seems to spread well using this method. The police finally came and directed traffic while I scooped up as much paint off the road as I could.
As I look back at how far a little paint went I’m reminded of the “paint cans” that have flipped around in my life leaving stains that will never be removed. A little bit goes a long way. Movies that would have been better off unseen. Conversations better off unheard. Things done that would have been better off undone. They are not constant remembrances but they do come in at very inappropriate times. Which in reality is anytime. It hurts to the depth of my soul to think of the things I have done before my Creator.
For many years I have said that I have seen too much in my life. Oh, that I would have guarded the influences of my life. As David said, ‘I shall set no worthless thing before my eyes.”
I wonder if I’m going to have to paint the road black now.
Elul 5, 5770
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