I Let My Lonely Neighbor Stay with Me While His House Was Being Repaired After the Storm, and It Didn’t Take Long to Understand Why He Was Alone – Story of the Day
When a fierce storm left my neighbor Mr. Harrison’s house in ruins, I followed my mom’s advice to help those in need and offered him my spare room. I soon regretted it. Mr. Harrison, a lonely 60-year-old, was rude, messy, and expected me to serve him because I’m a woman. His constant criticism and scattered belongings, like a dirty sock landing on my head from the kitchen exhaust fan, pushed my patience to the breaking point. Furious, I confronted him, learning he’d estranged his son, George, for choosing dance over his approval 15 years ago. Feeling a mix of pity and frustration, I tracked down George, a handsome professional dancer. Despite his initial
hostility toward his father, we connected during a walk, and he agreed to meet Mr. Harrison if I’d go on a date with him. I convinced Mr. Harrison to make amends, handing him a bottle-with-ship kit to bring to George’s doorstep. From my car, I watched their awkward reunion turn into a heartfelt moment as they built the ship together, sharing drinks. My mom’s words, “Always help those you can,” echoed in my mind. Not only did I help mend their bond, but I might have found love with George.
