An older gentlemen yelled and flipped off a group of neighborhood kids (mine included) last night.
Huh?!
Small background:Our neighborhood doesn't have many backyards so there's a posse of 4-6 six-to-eleven year olds that play together all around the neighborhood. With summer finally here they've been staying out later than usual, until about nine.
So...last night as I'm calling mine in-the pack surrounds me saying a man yelled at them for being too noisy (can't deny that) and then flipped them off(?!)
I puffed myself up, and strode over to the house. Pounding on the door seemed a little much, so I used the doorbell. The muted 'ding-dong-ding' took some of the wind out of my sails, it's difficult to keep the concerned/angry/don'tf*ckwithmykid/ energy with 'ding-dong-ding'. I waited...
I rang it again feeling my super powers ebbing as each second passed.
The door opens slowly. The glass/screen door remains closed.
He knows why I'm here-and he's a little nervous. Good.
He's a spindly, timid-looking guy with gray hair, big glasses, and an airline mechanics t-shirt. Not what I expected.
I tell him I'm a father of two of the children, and I know they've been loud, and I apologize for the cacophony. He doesn't move...I don't think he even blinks.
Then I sternly-yet-fairly mention the kids version which includes him flipping them off.
He stares again...I don't know if he's coming through the glass at me or slamming the door and making a break for it through the back porch.
We stand there....
He says "I don't care."
Even though there's only a glass door between us , I can barely hear him. I pretty much read his lips...I wonder why he's whispering.
I strongly remind him that they're children, the oldest is eleven, and I ask if he really thinks that's setting a good example. "Shouldn't adults show kids how to resolve disputes...shouldn't we expect better of ourselves?"
There is a pause-that-seems-like-forever-but-it-had-to-only-be-a-second-or-two
The door opened a bit
He apologizes. I realize he's not whispering, his voice is minute.
He explains he was mad, he has to get up at four in the morning, and he was frustrated.
Another apology , and extends his hand. I accept his apology and shake his hand.
As we shake, an alarm goes off in my head. This is the most frail hand I've felt-it's like I'm shaking hands with air.
He's razor thin, I can barely hear him, and he's got no grip whatsoever. He had what seemed like an irrational moment of anger-then sincere contrition.
I think he's sick. Severely sick.
We continue, I tell him it's okay, thank him for his time, and tell him I'll see about moving the kids further down the street after seven.
He spoke/mouthed thank you and apologized again.
I went back to the kids, and told them he was sorry AND that he has to get up early-so they should congregate over by my house. They agreed.
As God as my witness I don't know what to do about my neighbor. I've been here for two years and this is my first interaction with him. But if he is sick I'd like to help, or let him know we're here.
Do I ask. "Hey...I know we just met, but you seem sick. What can I do to help?"
leave him be? I don't think that's an option, or I wouldn't be writing this.
My initial idea is to make something with my kids, cookies, brownies or something, and bring them over.
Too cheesy?
I'm at a crossroads and could use the plethora of ideas I see and contribute to on this site.
What would you do?



