I live in a building with very honest to goodness,
kind people. Egyptians, Haitians, Mexicans, Puerto Ricans, Tibetans, and we are
Trinidadians. Let me tell you how good and kind they are. How did I forget my neighbor
who is Pakistani? She always gives me a warm hello when we meet and asks
the rest of my family for me when she sees them.
One day our Tibetan neighbor,
rang our door bell to bring my keys. I left it in the mail box.
Doh ask me how that happen…
Ok I probably got a check with
big money in the mail, got excited and forgot the keys. I thanked God for my
neighbors.
One day while I was
walking up the stairs to go into my apartment, one of my Mexican’s neighbors who
lives on the third floor was behind me. She got to her floor, and I continued to
the fourth floor. As I was about to make the last two steps my right knee started
to hurt so I cried out from the pain. My neighbor asked me what was wrong. I
told her and she came, and helped me lift my foot to make the final steps. I
made them and limped to my door. I
thanked God for my neighbors.
Last night the mail
man put some packages for me by the mail box. Harold and Paul came in from work
after five… Sarah went to Manhattan to shop and came home after six. They did
not see anything by the mail box. About ten o’clock last night another one of
my Mexican neighbors rang our doorbell to inform us about the packages. I thank
God for blessing us with honest to goodness neighbors.
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