Strong Enough to Bend
I told myself I wasn’t going to cry anymore about this, but I may need to just one last time as I write. It’s very good therapy for me. (Writing… and sometimes crying too I guess.) And though sharing your problems online is often frowned upon and does very little good (if any), if sharing what happened to us “saves” someone I know - or anyone, frankly - or if any positive spin I put on this grows your faith, then at least something good came from all this hassle and heartache. On April 27th, we received a call to our store for a large shingle order. An out of town roofer from Indy happened to pick up another job while working in Morris. Surprisingly, this happens about once a month and has for about 3 years, so this would not be an odd call for us. We took the order, they spoke the lingo of roofing supplies, brands, and like items. He was kind. He spoke with a Spanish accent. He needed a copy of the receipt email to him. He provided an address for the shingles. He gave us a