By Don Tassone
It was a starter-home subdivision filled with thirty-somethings.
All the houses were new except one. Herman lived there alone; he was widowed before his young neighbors were even born. He took walks every day, but no one stopped to talk with him.
With budgets tight, most neighbors gathered to play cards on Friday nights.
“We didn’t get an electric bill last month,” Matt said. “They said it’d been paid in cash.”
“Funny,” said Lindsey. “Same thing with our water bill.”
The young homeowners were busy. They never paid much attention to the old man, shuffling along the sidewalks, following the mailman.
Nice, heart-warming little story.
Thanks, Bobby. I’m glad you liked this story.
NICE LITTLE TWIST TO A DELIGHTFUL TALE.
Thank you.
Beautiful story Don, generous like Herman who is a true hero.
Thank you, Pascal.
Aww, that made me smile, and then frown, and then smile again. Herman can come to my house anytime, and we won’t play cards, we’ll talk over wine and music. There are angels all around us. Thank you for reminding me to look closer, Mr. Tassone.
Thank you, Libby. Yes, there are angels all around us.