Last Sunday, 3rd of May 2010, My father and I went to our old house in ABID 3 to carry all the leftovers left there. Recently there have been break-ins happening on that block. I realize some of my things were gone. WTH. Even the emergency light was gone.
So, on that day, my 2nd trip to carry things (i made 3 trips), so my dad and I carried the toilet doors into the Landcruiser. I was very2 tired, I carried 3 large mirrors with him before that. So there were 2 doors, the first door was placed in the car perfectly. the second door had a problem getting in. So I just pushed it in and resulted in a torn ceiling.
My dad said many times how heart-ached he was with the car ceiling torn. I was somewhat at that time not-in-the-mood and tired. I felt guilty the next day thinking back if I was in his shoes, how would I feel. How would I feel if my things were broken, even a slight part broken. Of course I will feel bad!! Right?!
So dad, sorry for that. :-(
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