Early this morning I opened our loud squeaky garage door to get into my car on the driveway. As I walked down the driveway I saw a neighbor who is often pretty quiet around others putting some trash into his garbage container on the street. He was not more than 50 feet from me and I assumed he must of heard me coming. . . I stood waiting on my driveway hoping to make eye contact and say a neighborly, "Hi."
No such fortune as he turned directly away from my location and began to walk away. A little nudge in my spirit encouraged me to say something. . . I blurted a shocking voice in the still morning. . . "Good morning!" with his name to let him know I remember who he is.
And with a surprised spin and turn came a quiet reply . . . "O, hi. . .".
"Have a good day!" I said and waved. He waved back. . . I got in my car and prayed for my neighbor.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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