Today’s Bible Reading- 1 Chronicles Chapters 23-25 & John Chapter 11 Verses 1-16.
Good morning, my friends. I hope you’re well. I am not doing that great today. My anger is at a boiling point. Be warned. A rant is coming.
Our neighbor across the street is having car trouble. He’s not that trustworthy, but he’s a bit pathetic and we help him out sometimes. Well, the engine in his truck has gone out and he needs a vehicle to drive. He asked to borrow my dad’s truck until the new engine comes, but Mom told him he could borrow it on Thursday only. Thursday only. Remember that. He claims he has to go to the doctor for some kind of shot.
Yesterday morning, he left before six in the morning and was back by eight. He parked the truck but didn’t return the key. Since I hadn’t opened the front door and turned the light out, I assumed he kept the key because he didn’t want to disturb us and would give it to us later that day. He didn’t. He never returned the key. In fact, he stayed in his house and only ventured out when we weren’t looking. How do I know this? His niece left her SUV at his house, and unless the Invisible Man exists, the vehicle moved a couple of times. I know because the neighbor is a terrible driver and parker.
So last night, I was angry. At this point, he has the truck key without permission, and that is the only key that we have for that vehicle. I don’t like that. I don’t know what he’s doing with the truck. I don’t trust him. Anyways. So last night I went to bed late because I wanted to stay up a bit and see if he’d take the truck when he thought we were sleeping. Well, sometime between 12:30 and 5 am, he did. When I got up this morning, the truck was gone. He pulled in the drive at 6:38 this morning. I’m telling you. I’m so angry right now. Don’t tell me you had to go get your shot in the middle of the night. He doesn’t work. He’s on disability. I’m fairly certain he’s on drugs. I’m just angry. I wanted to march outside and demand the key back this morning, but I felt a check in my soul not to do it.
My mom says she’ll get the key back today. I’d like to invest in a GPS tracker for the truck. I mean, I wouldn’t put it past him to make a copy of the key to take the truck out at night.
I’m not against helping people, but when stuff like this happens, it causes me to want to stop helping. We’ve helped him in the past. Other people on our street have helped him, but he takes and takes and takes and milks you for everything you have, and then when you tell him no he gets mad and mooches off of someone else. I think we help him out because of his mom. She has dementia. Her mind is totally gone, and if he’s asking for help to get her medication, I don’t want to deprive her of what she needs. But is it really the case? He’s been so untrustworthy that I have a hard time believing him about anything anymore. I mean, if I hadn’t heard how awful his truck sounded, I wouldn’t believe his story about the engine.
Anyways. I know I’m ranting. I’m just so mad. He’s probably smoked and spilled drinks in that truck like he did when he borrowed my dad’s SUV. I hope he hasn’t stolen anything out of it. It just really irks me to no end. Hopefully we’ll get the key back today, and maybe I can order a GPS tracker. I honestly believe that he’d get a copy of the key made. That’s where I’m at mentally with this dude. I mean, last year, I thought that maybe he was siphoning gas out of my car. I’d get in the car and the fuel level would be a bit lower. Maybe 10 miles worth of gas gone overnight. I ended up getting a locking gas cap and miraculously, I haven’t had any more issues. Isn’t that something?
Well, my friends. I have bank accounts to balance, bills to pay and cat food to buy. I’m hoping that God will help us get that key back today. Please pray that we can get it back without issue. I’m just kind of over helping this guy out.
Love you all and until next time, stay safe my friends. ❤