I AM your neighbour.
We live in close proximity to each other. We don’t speak to each other. We might sometimes wave and know of each other’s existence.
If you were in trouble you could with the greatest of pleasure come knocking on my door. I will help where I can. Don’t be afraid of my dogs. They are my companions and are there to offer me a certain degree of protection in a town where burglaries and crime is on the rise.
They are my protectors when my husband works night shift and I am at home alone with my little son.
I don’t know your religion, you don’t know mine. I don’t know you personally, you don’t know me personally.
You seem like nice people just trying to get by in a difficult world. I respect you. Religion, race and such things don’t count in my eyes. How you act, how you treat others is what counts.
As I mentioned, I would reach out and help you should the need ever arise. Yet, without a moments hesitation or thought of me, your neighbour, you light up fireworks.
Without any warning I get the fright of my life with this enormous bang, my innocent child starts crying, my dog tries to get in through a window, breaking the glass and cutting her nose.
I haven’t even had the chance to finish cooking dinner before letting my dogs in like I usually do. Mind you, I have had to start doing that earlier now, as early as 3pm when the bangs start in the afternoon when the children come out of school.
I am your neighbour – the considerate one, the one who’s assistance you might need one day. I don’t judge you for anything except by the way you treat others.
I WAS your neighbour who was willing to help!
EX-NEIGHBOUR
