A few minutes ago, I heard a loud noise outside my house. I opened the door and realized he was mowing my lawn. I ran out to him and yelled at him to stop… he shook his head. He told me he saw my kids playing in the yard and was worried there were snakes in the grass and they might get bitten because the grass was too high. I told him again to stop because I couldn’t afford to pay him.
He told me he didn’t need me to pay him, that he had grandchildren and he hoped someone would take care of them the same way. Tears started to my eyes. I hugged him. We talked about the different struggles we’ve had in life, and he told me that’s what the news doesn’t tell me about. He told me the news doesn’t report on the Black neighbor helping the white neighbor because it’s not good for the network to make money. I told him he had a good heart.
I told him I wished there were more people like him. We hugged again. He’s still outside mowing my lawn, and it’s already nighttime. I’m so grateful to have him as a new friend. His name is Johnny and he lives in Taylors, South Carolina. He mowed my lawn for free tonight because he was concerned about my kids playing in the tall grass. I hope he gets the recognition he deserves.