I Feel Good Helping People
There is an older man, a widower who lives next door to us. He has been a neighbor to my stepdad for years and years, and for my mom and me for the last year. He can be a bit grumpy sometimes but still we try and help out how we can.
I go over maybe once a week for an hour or so and clean up a bit, my mom does too. His daughter comes to do this but she doesn't always get there. When we do baking we sometimes bake a little extra something for him. It feels good to help and I know he appreciates it even if sometimes he forgets to show it. He is a proud man and doesn't always like to admit he needs help or hand outs.
Works out both ways though, we don't have room for a garden but he does so often gives us some stuff out of his garden and he has given me a portion to grow stuff for myself.
I go over maybe once a week for an hour or so and clean up a bit, my mom does too. His daughter comes to do this but she doesn't always get there. When we do baking we sometimes bake a little extra something for him. It feels good to help and I know he appreciates it even if sometimes he forgets to show it. He is a proud man and doesn't always like to admit he needs help or hand outs.
Works out both ways though, we don't have room for a garden but he does so often gives us some stuff out of his garden and he has given me a portion to grow stuff for myself.