Lawrence is my neighbor. He is a great man. I painted his house today. I will be framing it and giving it to him this evening. I don’t usually type a lot in my tumbler. I also don’t often give away paintings. Consider this a special occasion.
Last year, my kidney ruptured. I was seven months pregnant. As a result, my son was born two months early, and I spent the majority of 1.5 years in the hospital and on bed rest. This catastrophic event took place three days after we moved into our new home. My husband had to take care of me, a newborn baby, and a house.
Lawrence didn’t know any of that. All he knew was his new neighbor’s lawn wasn’t getting mowed. He mowed our lawn all last summer without asking for anything in return. He took no payment. If you asked him why he was doing so much for a family he had just met he’d have answered “I try to be a good neighbor.”
He’ll never know how much his kindness meant in our time of need. If I was a better chef I’d bake him a cake. He’s never indicated to me that he has a fondest for fine art, but painting is what I do best. So today I made this house portrait. I hope he likes it. I hope someday I can be a good neighbor, too.