Tsk, Tsk, shakes head in "no-erly" fashion

I understand that priorities of everyone are different.  They are as stark as opinions, style, even the way we walk.  However, I want to believe that respect should come in the same form no matter who you are.  I want to start my rant this morning talking about respect in general.  I know, I know, I said I would start with the suggestions but I have to give those time to build and I need to reflect a little. Ah, but I digress.
Back to my "concern" for the day.  I can conceive that people treat their own belongings, also, with a different type of care than the next person. I get it that you do not care that your grass is never mowed or that you simply toss your trash out the window instead of properly disposing of it when you get home. What I simply cannot understand is how do you believe it is up to you to destroy something that does not belong to you?  That is lacking in respect to the nth degree.  Why bring this up?  Wonderful that you asked.
I come outside this morning and note tire tracks ALL THE WAY in our yard and the tree that was planted in my fathers name nearly laying on the ground and the bark skinned off one side of it.  I was alarmed NOT because they took it upon themselves to use our yard to turn their car around, (because this is not something new) but because of the lack of respect that our yard was clearly not theirs.  Further, I also happen to believe it was someone who did not live on our street.
The adage goes that you never know a person until you walk a mile in their shoes. Well, obviously nobody knew the tree they ran over either.  I have a special attachment to this tree and it was planted in Dad's honor because it was HIS tree.  When he was living, this sad little thing began to grow at the end of his place of residence.  Whenever we could come by, next to that tree is where he stood when he was getting some air.  He even told Calvin not to mow it over one day when he went to cut the grass for Dad many years back.  Well, that sad little thing, wild as it was, took root and began to grow.  The ground around the outside of Dad and Mom's place is not the most root friendly so it grew slowly.  It was about 12 inches when dad passed.  But I believe he loved it none the less.
The year dad passed, I decided to uproot the tree and bring it here. We are planting our own roots here and it would be nice to look out the window and be reminded of one of the better people that this planet had the privilege of presence.  I brought it here and it flourished.  While it is still a slow grow, it is about 3 feet tall.  Instead of growing an inch a year, I believe it to have grown about 8-10 inches per year.  I love "my" tree.
Imagine my horror to see one of the things in the world that give me happy thoughts nearly destroyed by someone with a gross lack of respect.
So, dear friends, it may not matter to you BUT it matters to someone and imagine how you would feel if someone did something similar to you.  If more people thought about things like that, then, this would be a much better place to live. Don't you think?
Feel free to comment below:                **Cheers**

UPDATE:  Since this was written, I am happy to say that the little tree survived and is a happy three feet tall now.  No permanent damage. My belief is that dad came down and used his angel powers to touch the tree and heal it. You know how it is. Daddy's little girl always believes that their fathers have superpowers! Mine is just now an angel! :)

Nothing to see here...move along now.

I am the first to admit that I am nosey.  How else do you make friends in high places unless you "know" a thing or two.  This may sound hypocritical (sp?) but I absolutely HATE it when people gawk and stare at me when I am in a situation.  While it does not happen much, it happens.

Everyone has that nightmare neighbor. You know, the one that wants to make your life absolutely miserable every chance they get. Well, we are fortunate to have one of those.  There has been some animosity over a gentlemens agreement over a fence so I choose not to say much to her and, for the most part, it stays pretty quiet. However, every now and again there are some issues.

Should we choose to mark the corners of our property, there is not much that you can do about it. It is private property and it is our business.  It is not up to outsiders to remove the marking. Especially if it is just inside the property line. I am so very sorry for you that you believe it to be in your way but that is not my problem. I am tired of you driving through my property to turn around and do your business.  Leave the marker alone and there will be no problems. The only problem that I see is that you do not know how to drive and you were the first one to bend the silly pole on MY property in the first place.

Do I sound like I am venting a little? Maybe just a little bit. I am not a big fan of conflict.  Conflict starts with the same letter as chaos and we all know that chaos is not on my list of things that make me smile. The way I see it. Live and let live. That was what the police told me anyway. I noted that I don't have to live with her but that I do have to live NEXT to her.  Now for the next few months, she will scream jamaican cursewords at me at the top of her voice every single time she sees me. Usually (10 times out of 10) I will have my kids with me and she will scare the bejesus out of them. That is not very nice. It is pretty annoying. But hey, I didn't start it. She can scream all she wants to. I am just going to sit there and look at her like she is being stupid. Because she really is.

All this drama over a property pole?  (As Bruce, from Family Guy may say.) Yes. Yes it is.  There, I feel a little better. Let's hope that this too, shal pass.