There is a man who rents a room in my house. I get upset with him, but I think I shouldn't. He breaks house rules that say you shouldn't use other's things without replacing them. He will drink my teas, eat my honey, use my paper towels and dish soap. He has even used my dish towel to wipe spills from the floor.
This man is also of very poor health. Without a transplant this year, he will likely die. He is a nice guy. His family seems not to care. The cost of his actions to me are no more than ten dollars and a bit of patience each month. That's not a lot of Love to muster. There is probably more I can do. I will think about it.
