I met my neighbor for the first time last Fall. I call him my neighbor because, to me, that's what he is. He lives with his wife in a house on the adjoining property. But to him, I am not a neighbor. I am simply a problem.
We met early one morning late last year. I was strolling behind my tent as he drove down his driveway, which is 30 yards or so behind my tent. The area is wooded, but there are breaks through the trees where you can glance through and see the back of my tent from his driveway. I happened to be standing in one of those breaks when he drove by so I waved to him. He saw me wave and we made eye contact, but then he quickly turn forward and kept driving, trying to ignore me. I shrugged and started to turn away, but just then he stopped his car and, after a short pause, put the car in reverse and backed up to where I was standing.
He got out of his car and started walking to the property line, so I began walking to meet him. We met at the fence line, I on my side, he on his, and he yelled, "I don't know who you are or what you're up to, but I don't like it!" Okay, I get that. He must be thinking the worst, I thought. Maybe once he gets to know me, he'll calm down.
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David, I'm worried by your last post. Praying all is well. ~ Scout
ReplyDeleteThanks, Scout. There's so much more to the story. I can't say much more at the moment because there's an on-going investigation that I don't want to disrupt, but nobody was injured, no property was damaged, and all is well. I'll write more about the incident in a few months when the time is right.
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