A few weeks ago, I did something I regretted as soon as I offered. I heard our company needed to deliver some boxes to another location in Phoenix, and I offered to take them because I had a scheduled meeting there a few days later.
When the planned delivery date came, I realized the enormity of the task for which I volunteered. I imagined 3 or 4 lightweight boxes, and instead, there were at least ten heavy boxes full of booklets. And, to make matters worse, their destination was the 4th story of an office complex known for having its parking area located a long distance from the entrance.
Even if I had wanted to move the boxes, they wouldn't all fit in my car. So, I ignored the commitment and told myself I would do it later.
A week or two passed, and every day I noted that I still needed to take care of the boxes. I had been so busy lately, and I was overwhelmed with the thought of trying to work this extra task into my schedule.
The pile of boxes was unsightly at my office and reminded me daily of the need to fulfill my obligation. But one day, I arrived at work and noticed the boxes were gone. I still don't know who moved them for sure, and that person probably doesn't realize what a relief it was to me. In my crazy life, this person was an angel this week.