Rachel's artwork had been accepted into an internationally famous art exhibition after she had experienced many years of rejection and lack of recognition. After receiving the news, I could hardly contain myself and decided to celebrate it with her immediately. I took my handbag quickly and raced to the garage. Then I pulled the car door open, jumped into the driver's seat, and shut the car door. I started the car and pedaled (踩踏板) to the metal. I was eager to go!
I was backing up, backing up when I heard and felt a BOOM! I looked around and realized that I didn't press the button to open the garage doors first and blew out the garage door panels (嵌板)! I jumped out of the car and felt relieved to discover that I was able to push the panels back into the garage doors so they looked normal. I covered up the scene, got back into my car, and left for Rachel's home.
That evening, my teenage son had been playing a game of solo catch to which, in the past, I wouldn't agree, for the ball made some ugly dents (凹痕) on the garage doors. But this time when he threw the ball against one of the garage doors, he didn't just dent the door—he demolished it!
He called me, "Mom, I'm so sorry. I know you told me not to play ball against the garage doors. I didn't think I would break them, though." Though I had wanted to let my son take the blame to teach him a lesson, I couldn't do it. Besides, he wasn't the only one who Iearned a lesson that day.
