One recent Saturday evening while watching the 11 p.m. news and weather before going to bed, the doorbell rang. I was startled and a little concerned as I went to the door. I peeked out the door curtain and called out, “Who is it?”
To my relief, I saw my sweet, young neighbor from two houses up the street. She called out, “It’s Nikki. I just wanted you to know a car light is on inside your car, and your battery will be dead by the morning.”
Sure enough. I looked out at my car, and my inside light was blazing away. It must have been accidentally cut on while I was throwing things in the back seat as I was getting into the car during a rain storm.
It was a small thing to come and tell me, but it really was a special consideration. Nikki Young and her husband, Graham, had discussed whether it was better for him to walk down to my house – or her. They decided I would be less frightened if she showed up at my door rather than Graham, who is tall and would have been harder for me to identify through the small window in the door.
They knew I’d be going to church the next morning and would have a dead battery. I could’ve walked to church – it’s not far from my house – but the lady I pick up on Sunday mornings would have been left standing at her apartment entrance waiting for me. So the Youngs helped two people that night.
I was touched that Nikki and Graham took the time and trouble to come tell their neighbor the car light was on. It is great to have angels in the neighborhood.
Edna Otterbourg, Charlotte