I enjoy a crisp apple. The fall provides lots of temptations with apple trees in yards but I resist the urge. Even when the apple tree is being weighed down with fruit.
A house I pass while on my walk has two trees and they had a plentiful harvest this year. Each step as I walked by I pondered if they would notice if I “borrowed” one as I passed by. But, thanks to those goodly parents of mine, I didn’t reach out and help myself.
One day as I walked by the house owners were out working on their trees. “Looks like you have some apples there,” I said in an attempt to receive an invitation to some apples.
“I have never had so many before,” the owner replied. “I can’t keep up.”
“They look good,” I said trying to pin that invitation down.
“Help yourself to some,” he said and his son handed me a bag.
Now, apples don’t keep forever so I only took four. Two for me, two for dad. I didn’t want to be greedy.
I thanked him and kept walking.
I should have been greedy.
A few nights later, after my apples had been consumed, I walked by again. The apples were falling to the ground and the trees were still plentiful. It was getting dark. No one was around. So I helped myself to a couple more apples. I felt guilty. I felt like a thief.
A couple of houses down a neighbor was outside and said hello to me. I wondered if he saw my apple grab. Even though I know I did nothing wrong I still felt guilty.
I have resisted the urge to help myself to anymore apples.