I was thinking last Thursday when I did the papers I was so very grateful that I was able to work hard as I do. It helps me physically and mentally I think. When I started doing papers back in July my then fiancé was helping me when he wasn't working that day. When I was hired they said it took two people because it wasn't easy to throw 3,000 papers and drive. It has been 9 months now. My arms have gotten stronger from doing the work. I feel better than I have in a long time.
It takes about six hours to do the papers in the car . About halfway through I take a lunch break. I crank up the 50s pop music on my Sirrus radio and relax and drive. I get a lot of ideas looking at houses too. That is why I have an orange door and mailbox and bench and I want some stars to go on the outside of my house. I didn't realize how many houses have stars.
Anyway I am glad I am physically able to do this job I do. I think work is good for you. Just sitting home doing nothing does not help anything. Exercise is good for you no matter what age.
That day after thinking about all I am grateful for that afternoon about 5 I noticed my next door neighbor was across the street talking on the phone. A single guy lived there and he was raising his two godchildren. I didn't know him too well but I have always seen him sitting on his porch or at night the door would be open and you could see the TV going. I felt a little safer just knowing he was there. He hardly went anywhere.
Pretty soon a fire truck pulled up and two police cars. They all went inside. My neighbor came back home. Then an ambulance pulled up. I text her and ask her what was going on. She text me back, " I think the guy died."
She came over and told me the rest. One of the boys had come over and told her he couldn't get the man to wake up. She went over there. He was lying in the floor face down like he had fallen out of the chair. She turned him over and he was cold and clammy. She tried to find a pulse but couldn't. The boy told her the man said the day before he couldn't breathe good.
I seen both boys in the yard and they were hugging and crying. I felt so bad for them. They had stayed with him for several years. I seen the Dad of the boys pull up and he ran over and hugged them.
Everyone left but one police car. Waiting for the hearse. That hearse was a surprise. I guess I hadn't seen one in awhile. Not the long black car it used to be. This was white and like an SUV. I seen them roll him out of the house on a stretcher and put him in the hearse. I felt such a feeling of sadness for the boys and for the man. He had lived there for the last five years or so. I didn't know him real well but I knew him.
The next day people came over and moved everything out of the house. It didn't take long. It was a small house. One day he was alive. The next day he was gone like he had never been there.
When something like this happens I know people wonder why they didn't do more. I am wondering that tonight. I could have took him to ER and maybe he could have lived. Maybe I should have made more of an attempt to be a good neighbor.
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