I felt I had to leave two pans behind (along with some other useful stuff) when I emptied our 5th wheel trailer. The reason was a feeling of dread of having to repeatedly walk by the worker in the rv repair shop. That was because earlier that day I had gone to the management of the rv park, of which this repair shop was a part. I had reported to the general manager that this worker and his repair shop boss had done something that looked unusual. By unusual, I mean that the worker and his boss had sent emails stating that if I would OK very expensive work to be done on my 5th wheel, then they would buy that 5th wheel for about $1,500 more than the repairs. But, just after the expensive repairs were completed, the worker said that he would no longer purchase the 5th wheel trailer.
So, I went with a friend to the general office of the company and spoke to the general manager. He looked over the emails, the invoice for the expensive work, and offered to write off the bill and pay me directly the $1,500 promised by the worker and supported by the repair shop boss.
I was delighted and accepted the offer right away. The general manager kept his promise immediately. I then told him that I would be leaving a lot of stuff on the 5th wheel because I did not have enough room to put it into my vehicle, that he could dispose of these things But, I told him that I would make one more stop by the repair shop to get what I could. He said that would be fine.
That afternoon I did return to the shop to get what I could. While my wife waited in the car, I went into the repair shop and to the 5th wheel to get the things. It was parked in the lot behind the repair shop.
I had to walk right by the worker who had dropped his offer to buy my 5th wheel. I went for two trips walking by him as he worked on another trailer and then on refilling some propane gas tanks. He was silent. He kept his head down. He would not even so much as glance in my direction while I was looking at him. It was as if I could feel hatred rising and seething within him as I passed by.
While I was in the trailer for the second time, just then I concluded that it would not be worth the risk of some confrontation with the worker to make a third trip by him. I had taken down two really good fry pans from the cabinet above the stove. They were on a chair next to all of the other stuff I had packed to carry out. And I made the decision that I would not be able to carry the pans as well. So, I left them behind.
Walking out to the car, passing by the worker who would not look me in the eye, knowing that he must have heard something (but I did not know what) from the general manager, I was glad to throw what I had in my arms and hands into the back seat. I jumped into the car and behind the steering wheel, closed the door, and drove away. There was a great sense of relief. My wife validated that feeling when she just came out and said, "I am glad to be leaving. I feel a sense of dread."
I sure miss those two pans. One was great for frying bacon and the other was a terrific nine inch skillet for frying and flipping eggs or pancakes. But I knew they were not worth the risk of what might have happened next.
Life is like that sometimes. Life is worth more than something else we choose to value as much as life itself.
Besides, Jesus Christ once remarked that a man's life does not consist of his possessions. Not even two really good pans.