A boat and a blessing

Many years ago, while I was a young mother, my next door neighbor and two of his buddies decided to purchase a brightly colored, 20-foot long dilapidated wooden boat, which they intended to restore. They parked their boat and trailer on the narrow strip of grass separating our driveways under my plum tree. The neighbor assured me that this was only temporary and the boat would be moved soon. 

But as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, I learned that my neighbor’s buddies had lost interest in restoring the boat, and had abandoned their project, leaving the boat beside my house to weather, peel, and fill with rainwater and plums. Naturally, the boat appealed to all the neighborhood children, who often played onboard the increasingly unstable structure, which prompted my neighbor to yell regularly at the children to “stay off the boat!” 

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