I’ve lived in this house for almost my entire life. There was a 2 year period where I didn’t live here before we bought it from my mom. I love this area. It’s the area that I wanted to raise my kids. Our neighborhood is about 10 houses in the middle of nowhere. About half of the homeowners, including Matt and I, have owned our homes for over 15 years. Some, including my grandfather, have been here for over 50 years.
Then there is the other half. These properties are owned by the same person and he rents them out.
Growing up, people who lived here waved to each other, said hello, ask permission to go into one another’s yard and helped each other if needed. Boy, oh boy, have times changed.
Now we have boys, who on their first day here, ran amuck in another neighbor’s yard and damaged her flower garden. When they cross the street they don’t look. They yell rude things to me and my girls and unfortunately there is more.
Now, they’ve moved on to doing drugs on their porch before school. And where are their parents you might be asking. They are at work. The boys, who are in 6th, 7th, 8th and 9th grade, are home before and after school by themselves, so there is no parental supervision.
I have all of these emotions going through me right now ranging from anger to sadness and I wish their parents would realize who their boys are and given them some guidance. So for now, here’s my guidance letter to the boys across the street.
To the boys who live across the street,
I hope you’re having a good day so far. Unfortunately, I am not. My daughters and I just had to listen to you yell disgusting things loud enough for us to hear while we were waiting for the bus.
I often think about what it would be like if you and your family moved. It sure would be a peaceful, but I think about your new neighbors if you were to move. I’m afraid to think what would happen if you had elderly neighbors. Would you damage their property or yell rude things to them? What if there were young children? Would you turn them onto drugs? Would you teach them all of your bad ways?!
I am sad for you. I am sad that you resort to these ways. I, unfortunately, I am not the only one in my family who is sad for you. One of my daughters came home from school on more than one occasion and cried for you. She cried because she couldn’t understand why someone would be so mean, vulgar and disrespectful. She talked about your future and what she thought would happen to you, all of you, if you continued on this path and it wasn’t a pretty one. It took me an hour to calm her down and explain to her that people do things for many reasons and while we don’t know those reasons, we do hope that help is near.
I don’t know what causes you to do the things you do, but I wish your parents could see what I see and hear. Your attitude, from what I can see, is very different when your parents are around.
So, here it is: the reason for this letter.
I want you to know that it isn’t too late to change. While it might be a struggle, know that you can do anything that you want to do.
If you choose to continue on this destructive path, that’s alright. I am not your parent. You can do whatever you want with your life, but please remember to smile for the camera. They are always rolling.
Your concerned neighbor