The carpenter and our guilt
The carpenter who had changed our bathroom door had played hooky for a month or so when we tried to bring him back to fixing the other bathroom door. Finally we had to get another to do it.
A state of anger towards him had remained in us for a month till it faded away. This morning we got the news that his younger brother had died of electrocution while handling the electric drill when they were both working in a house in this area.
We now feel guilty about our anger. As if the death had made the situation any different. To assuage the feelings of our guilt we even blamed the carpenter for his brother’s death.
Didn’t we tell him ,the last time he had worked in our house, his drill’s long electric wire appeared messy and needed to be replaced by a wire without joints?
At least it now appeared to us we had told him this.
