Man. I am a jerk.

As many of you have read, my neighbors "moved" at 2 in the morning the other night.  I blogged about how I couldn't believe people would "move" at 2 in the morning and complained that they kept me from sleep because the "moving truck" was so loud at 2 in the morning.  Here's a recap from Friday's post.

"Then at TWO IN THE MORNING, I heard this low roaring sound coming from outside.  It was constant, it almost sounded like a garbage truck idling in my lawn.  I looked out and it was a moving truck at my neighbors house.  At 2 in the morning.  Who moves at 2 in the morning? (did I mention people were moving at 2 in the morning?)  So, I was up again.  Thinking about how I WAS sleeping and now I was NOT."

(tired of me saying 2 in the morning, yet?)  Then on Saturday, I wrote "back to the Midnight Movers. They were still there yesterday morning AND all of their furniture was in their house. Of course, their basement could have been cleared out or their bedrooms, my point is this: was there really a point to moving at 2 am? I think not."

So, this morning, I look out my my window and there is another big truck in their driveway, except it's not a moving truck, it's a water damage restoration company and it hits me.  They never had a moving truck in their driveway, they had a flood in their basement.  The low roaring roaring sound was of vacuums trying to remove water from their home. at 2 in the morning. A home they had just sold and are preparing for an appraisal.  And I was horrified.  I felt terrible that my assumption was so wrong and even worse that we weren't there to help.  (even though we do not talk anymore)  I called my husband at work and told him and he felt as crappy as I did.  (except, he didn't BLOG about it, like I did, so I felt worse.)  I confided that I did want to call and offer to help in some way, namely to have Brian go and help move furniture, but I just didn't want to put myself out there once again.  We call and offer to help and we do and go out of our way for them and then we don't hear from them again.  And Brian just sat there.  I said "I know you are thinking that a good Christian girl would just call and offer to help."  He replied "that's exactly what I was thinking."  So, I tried, I tried to be that person who shrugs people off, I tried to be a scum bucket who doesn't give a shit, but, I couldn't.  I called as soon as Brian and I hung up.  And she needed someone to talk to.  The timing was perfect. 

So, I'm sorry, friends, for sharing incorrect information with you.  I'm sorry I assumed my neighbors were loading a moving van in the middle of the night and I'm sorry I didn't call our neighbors sooner. 

Comments

[Amy F.]

Glad you found out what was really going on...and sounds like you did the right thing by calling. Aren't you glad you did? You were there for her when she needed you. It was very Christian of you, Beth!

[Tracy]

The point is Beth, once you knew what happened, you called! You corrected the mistake and made it right.

[Liza]

One of the beauty of bloggin is it's "sponteniety". We can blog what we think, see or percieve at that moment.

You are brave to post back and "confess" you mistake. You're not a jerk, you're human :)

Your transparency is refershing.

[Lynette]

Your poor neighbors! What a nightmare - at 2 in the morning! And by the way, you're not a jerk. You just called it like you thought you saw it and it happened to be wrong. You know the saying, we all make mistakes. But you made right on it, so for that I commend you.

[Jenn]

Beth, you are SO NOT a jerk. In fact, you put aside "the awkwardness" to reach out and be a friend in their time of need. That speaks volumes of your character and innate goodness.

[mich]

You are not a "jerk".....soooo far from it! Kudos to you for calling and 'fessing up (we would have never have known!).

PS--are you LOVING the Time Traveler's Wife. Go slowly...it was one of those books I didn't want to end!