Last week, I was trying to quickly put away dishes, mumbling under my breath about roommates who never clean up after themselves, when a ceramic bowl slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor. I stared at it in shock, broken cleanly into three pieces. I looked frantically around to see if anyone had heard the crash. No one came running, so I quickly scooped the pieces into the trash can before anyone could learn of my mistake.
When something breaks, I throw it away.
People have said that it’s part of the modern culture, that it’s the reason for everything from our divorce rate to our piles of trash. When something breaks, we throw it away.
Find out about broken things and broken people over at http://www.incourage.me/2014/03/broken-things.html where I’m guest blogging today.