Article July 26, 2010 Issue

Life in the HONEST LANE

Lessons from the Ninth Commandment.

BY WENDY ELY

THERE WAS A LOUD SCRAPING SOUND, and then another one.

My husband and I were walking to our car at the fairgrounds. Our grandson had just finished his last wrestling match, and we were leaving ahead of the crowd. The huge parking lot was filled with cars and few people. Our attention turned to a red and white Chevy truck backing out of a parking space. Underestimating the size of his own vehicle, the driver had scraped a parked van.

Not long after this, we felt obligated to drive back to the car that had been damaged to see if the driver of the truck had left a note in the meantime. I was hoping honesty would prevail, but I wasn't so sure at that moment.

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