Wednesday, 21 January 2009

The cost of neighbourliness

Not a new post but a continuation of thought...

Several people have asked me about the cost of my newfound neighbourliness and I must confess I hadn't given it any thought. I suppose there was a little cost in terms of petrol, and maybe for making a flask of tea (although the motorist did return the flask some days later), the biggest cost was time. Most of the incidents meant that I was late for something or other, including a home group, a midweek communion service and even a PCC meeting - but do you know what, no-one minded.

I was also asked if there is likely to be a time when I wouldn't stop? Well, probably, although I can't think what that might be. Perhaps if where I am going is too urgent, and I can imagine situations where that might be the case; or if the scenario looks too risky (I have to agree with those who say I am a likely candidate to be lamented as the late have-a-go-hero).

What my friends have helped me to appreciate is that there is a cost to being a neighbour, even if it is only time, and I can only agree that it is prudent to weigh the cost before taking the action. But none of this means I am going to change my policy, after all, really, I am never too busy to stop, only too selfish.

1 comment:

Mark said...

We'll be making sure you're on time for the PCC meeting tonight - no more of this helping people on the way...!