Uncomfortable Lens
There was a story in a homily at work recently, and I haven't stopped smiling and squirming since. A man was ready to propose to a lady he had been courting for a while. But before he placed that ring, he wanted to be absolutely sure. So he hired a private investigator to dig into her background. Her character. Her past. Her fitness as a future partner. He kept his hands clean, used a third party, the whole operation was discreet. The report came back glowing. She was wonderful. No concerns. A gem. However, the investigator added, in the past six months, she has been spending time with a truly terrible individual. Rude. Reckless. Involved in all sorts of unsavoury activities. Honestly, she deserves much better than him . They attached the photos. The terrible individual was our man himself. I laughed out loud when I heard it. Then I sat there, caught. How often am I that man? Standing at the window, scrutinizing everyone else's garden, demanding blossoms and shade and swe...