It was the only thing I could do

We had a crazy morning. I cleaned window and then after jumping in the shower and shaving my legs, we headed to downtown Milford. It's a cute little town a stone's throw from here. We wandered the cute little shops and then returned to my parent's house for lunch. After lunch I dropped Emma at a friends and ran a couple errands. I turned down my street thinking of how I was going to fill my quiet afternoon. Almost like slow motion, I saw the little boy next door throw his basketball at the hoop and miss. It was coming right for my new car and I knew I couldn't stop in time to miss it. The next thing I heard was a loud pop. I felt terribly but what could I do? When I got out of my car in the drive I could see him grabbing his ball from the street and headed home. Crying. It broke my heart. I walked over and apologized to his mother and told her to please tell him I was so sorry. She joked and told me not to worry about it. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. I threw in a load of laundry and headed for my least favorite store, Kmart. I bought him a new ball and took it over when I got home. His mother laughed and told me I didn't have to (but I did) and he thanked me. A few minutes later she told me that he'd gotten the ball from the Easter bunny so it was new and not shocking that he was so upset.

One of the Isms at Quicken (where I work) is "do the right thing" I think I lived up to that.