They say a person doesn’t know their future until they know their past….
Recently, I took a trip down memory lane while visiting two of my former neighbors’ homes one cold winter day in January. The former neighbors were and still are people I care deeply about and respect. Both of these women have cared for and nurtured my body and soul at some point in my life. Reflecting on the good times I had with these women and all of the life lessons I learned from them, I am grateful for their friendships and impacts on my life. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and it took (God used) these two women to keep an eye on me and my sister as well as keep us out of trouble when family members couldn’t. Words could never express the amount of gratitude I have in my heart for these women for choosing to accept, understand, love me, care for, and take care of me when they didn’t have to. After all, we were only neighbors. To me, they were more than neighbors though. They became lifelong friends. Their names will forever be imprinted on the depths of my heart. I remember lonely sad days when they cheered me up, times they fed me in more ways than one, times we sat as we laughed and talked, and them giving me advice about men. They’re old in age now and more frail than I remember them being, but the warmth and love in their eyes I see whenever they greet me still remains the same. Though it’s been about fifteen years combined since my family moved away from these lovely women and their neighborhoods, I’ll always call and visit them no matter where I reside. They cared even before I knew how to thank them.
“Love thy neighbor as you love yourself”-Mark 12:31