The Neighbor Boy.
Posted by nathan on 12 Sep 2007 | Tagged as: my life.
Every morning, I go outside to water our flowers. I have watched the past few weeks as school started, a neighbor boy–I would guess 11 years old, walk a few houses down to get on the bus.
He stands across the street, waiting for the bus to arrive. He is always 5-10 minutes early. He paces back and forth, and crosses the street repeatedly, talking to himself. Sometimes he sings songs.
He often asks me questions: ‘Where does she [Emily] work?’
‘She works in Fort Wayne,’ I responded.
‘Wow! That’s where my cousin lives!’
‘O yeah?’
‘Yeah, sometimes we play video games.’
‘Cool.’
Or the conversation today, after I mowed my lawn last night:
‘It doesn’t look like you mowed this side.’
‘What?’ I responded, unsure of his question.
‘It doesn’t look like you mowed this side,’ As he pointed to the freshly mowed, and nicely stripped lawn. ‘It is still really high.’
‘Yeah,’ I said, as i wondered how short his parents must mow the lawn at his home. (I’m occasionally a lawn snob, as some would call it)
Tomorrow I will ask him his name, I think. He needs Jesus just like everyone else, right? And I think asking his name may be the first step.
1 Comment »
on 12 Sep 2007 at 11:01 am 1.
Carma said …
Just make sure you don’t end up getting chased down by the boys father and uncle like you’re brother did. It’s sad to say, but people are wary when guys talk to kids.