I wondered what to write next, as I often do, and God reminded me of the time we lived in an apartment complex. At the time, it was the last street in what was the “black” neighborhood area of town. We were a young white couple with a one year old.
I was driving around town looking for a new place for us to live. I happened by this three building, two story apartment complex. One downstairs apartment was clearly vacant. I got out of my car to look into the front window, wondering about the place.
It just so happened the woman in the adjoining downstairs place was home, not feeling well, that day. She saw me, came out and we got to talking. She was devoutly Christian and said it was good she was home that day to talk with me and encourage me to get the apartment for us. We were friends the whole time we lived there. Her and her husband had six boys and they were the best neighbors.
We get the apartment and were there for about a year I think. We were the only white people in this whole neighborhood. We were nice, they were nice, everyone kept to themselves mostly though. We mainly interacted with the lady and her family next door. There was an upstairs neighbor guy who had an old truck. We became friendly with him as my husband loves older vehicles. To this day, if we see each other, we say hello in that friendly friend way.
My husband went to school with some of the people in that neighborhood. One of the guys he knew did approach him and ask if he was a planted NARC. My husband assured him that was not the situation at all. We were creating a life like everyone else.
Once, the police were looking for an escaped criminal at like 3 am. They knocked on all of the doors in the complex. When they got to our door and a white guy answered, they quickly eliminated us as possibly harboring the person. That was the only real frightening thing that happened while we were there. We joke about it now.
We mostly lived there in peace and quiet. All of us doing the best we could with what we had. One time we snaked an extension cord from our back window to the neighbor lady’s back window to give them a little light for a couple of weeks until they could catch up on their light bill.
All of the neighbor lady’s boys loved my little girl and played with her. The woman wanted a girl and prayed lots to God for one. I don’t know where she is now, but I’d like to think she’s got her own little girl now. All of them boys loving and protecting her. It’s a fine family to be blessed into.
By the time we moved out of that complex, there were other white families in there and mexican too. It was becoming a diverse place in the neighborhood. I don’t know how it is today, but back then, we were the first to diversify that space. We, essentially, paved the way for possibilities that may not have been considered before by anyone else.
That’s how life can be sometimes. Sometimes you do something that may seem odd and different than what would normally be done, but maybe you’re paving the way for someone else to come along after you.