To: All Who Have Neighbors

My neighbor's a taxi driver. Did I ever mention that?
It's strange because my town isn't exactly the kind of place where you'd expect to need a taxi - but it's nice to know, in case of anything, ya know?

You know how people always say, God puts people in your life for a reason? I believe that. But what about strangers. Even the people you'll never meet. The ones you see every day. You pass by them on your way home, but you don't know them. What purpose in your life do they serve?

Like Mr. Taxi Driver. Often I'll see him when I'm getting home in the afternoon. Sometimes I see him out my window, in a completely non-stalker way, and he'll just be sitting in his bright yellow and orange taxi car, listening to the radio. He's a short white man with lots of facial hair - reminds me of my old neighbor back in Sunny D - he was swell. I've tried making eye contact with Mr. Taxi Driver. I'm anxious to do the neighbor wave/head nod. Even though I don't him. I want to do the neighbor wave. No one here does the Neighbor Wave. Everyone back home did the Neighbor Wave. But here, everyone just kind of runs back to their homes, busy on their cells, busy with their lives. All I'm asking for, is the Neighbor Wave. I don't think it's too much to ask for, after all, all it takes is a hand gesture. =] Makes you appreciate the good things you had once. I had the best neighbors in the entire world, back at home. They knew me, they saw me grow up, we had neighborhood block parties galore. Those were some good people, I'm not saying anything about these people here, all I'm saying, is they were good, pure hearted people. =] I want to be that kind of neighbor when I get older.
I'll come home from work, be getting my stuff out of the car, and just before I duck into home, I'll look back at my neighbor, and Neighbor Wave. =]

From: Me