Irony: When something happens, that is the opposite of what was presumed to happen
So I have another story to share if you would like to lend your time. It is brief and somewhat comical but most of all ironic.
It was six o'clock at night, and I was typing away on my laptop creating a "To Do" list for the last week of school. (yes I do that, stop judging me) My sister was in the kitchen doing her sixth grade math homework, and my brother was upstairs playing his guitar. A pretty normal night in my household.
The doorbell rang.
My sister rushed in wearing a fearful expression. What should we do? We weren't expecting anybody, and we couldn't see who it was, nor the transportation vehicle they had used to come to our house. I was conflicted. I always feel uncomfortable about these times of unknowing awkwardness. We turned off the music and asked my brother to stop his guitar playing. We waited in the hall.
There were continuous knocks on the door.
Loud and booming as if someone really needed us. Again I was fearful but I tried to keep calm, pushing my sister and dog into a little room, and getting my brother to help me check all the locks on the doors.
The garage door opened and closed.
Who would do that? I was really scared now. They were trying to get in! I ran into the other room calling my dad and explained the situation. He said to stay calm and go upstairs and report to him in a little while. Finally we all looked out windows coming to the conclusion that there was no car in the driveway and the stranger had left.
My mom arrived home carrying in a colorful box and card setting it down on the table.
What was it? We all wanted to know. We opened the card.
It was a thank you card from our neighbors whom had moved, thanking us for lending them mattresses on their last night on our road. Inside the box was a pie. My mom asked us why they would have left it inside the garage.
Then it occurred to us. That creepy man, trying to get into our house, was dropping off a pie, and thank you card.
What we had expected was an axe murderer attempting to harm us when he got the chance, yet in reality our grateful neighbors wanted to treat us to a homemade pie.
I guess what I wanted to say through this story is everything is not always as bad as it seems. Sometimes in our most feared moments, the goodness and truth takes a while to come out.
