Write Essay About Life With My Neighbours Next Door

Neighbors Essay

Olumide Akinrimisi

Mr. Matunda

English 101

9/18/14

How To Be A Good Neighbor

Neighbor is a person who lives nearby, normally in a house or apartment that is next door or, in the case of houses, across the street. A group of people living close together in a small community is called a neighborhood. Some neighborhoods have many community organizations, where people volunteer and do charitable activities. Some people form friendships with their neighbors, and help them by sharing their tools and helping with gardening tasks. I believe that a person has many responsibilities towards his neighbors. In my opinion neighbors are not just the people who live near us. In fact, they are often one of the unseen factors that can control your life. Depending on how good or bad your neighbors are, your life in a certain way can be terrific.

Good neighbors should be able to form and maintain healthy relationships with other neighbors. First step is that one should not be too strict and cautious, and should invite other neighbors to get to know each other better. Also, when help is needed, good neighbors are more than willing to help. For example, when a neighbor's child is injured at school while the neighbor is away, a good neighbor would pick up the child and drop him/her off at a local hospital. Kindness doesn't have to cost much. It can just start by simply saying "Hello," with a smile when you encounter someone. Secondly, good neighbors should respect others properties and time. They should always consider about the outcome of their actions. For example, one should never go in to someone else's house or yard without any invitation, and one should never listen to loud music in the middle of the night. Also, making big demands can be considered rude, such as, asking to borrow someone's car; definitely something a good neighbor should not do.

Second, you should try to socialize with...

Loading: Checking Spelling

0%

Read more

Solving A Problem Essay

913 words - 4 pages Have you ever had loud, annoying neighbors? How about neighbors who just don’t seem to care about what anyone else has to say? Did you know that there is a noise ordinance in your community? Noisy neighbors are a community wide problem that more people should pay attention to. Loud neighbors don’t just happen at night, but in all parts of the day. Obviously the average neighbor is going to be bothered by the excessive noise at night...

The Duke and The King. Robert Frost's "Mending Wall" a critical anaylsis.

993 words - 4 pages The Duke and the KingThere once was a duke and a king. The king lived in a beautiful castle and the duke in a handsome mansion on the land next to the king. For years the duke and the king had fought over building a fence between their properties. The king wanted the privacy and the security that the wall would provide, while the duke did not want to lose his land for the king's fence. One day the duke and the king sat down and began to...

good nieghbor

706 words - 3 pages Olumide AkinrimisiMr. MatundaEnglish 1019/18/14How To Be A Good NeighborNeighbor is a person who lives nearby, normally in a house or apartment that is next door or, in the case of houses, across the street. A group of people living close together in a small community is called a neighborhood. Some neighborhoods have...

The Difficult Lesson of The Enormous Radio

972 words - 4 pages The Difficult Lesson of  The Enormous Radio   "The Enormous Radio" by John Cheever begins with Jim and Irene Westcott who are an average American couple with an average American family. Cheever describes them as middle-aged, having two young children, a pleasant home, and a sufficient income. On the surface they seem to have a perfect life, but underneath this is not the case. In the course of the story, Irene’s imperfections are revealed...

Analysis of Robert Frost's Mending Wall

1180 words - 5 pages Robert Frost’s Mending Wall In his poem 'Mending Wall', Robert Frost presents to us the thoughts of barriers linking people, communication, friendship and the sense of security people gain from barriers. His messages are conveyed using poetic techniques such as imagery, structure and humor, revealing a complex side of the poem as well as achieving an overall light-hearted effect. Robert Frost has cleverly intertwined both a literal and...

Analysis of Robert Frost´s Poem Birches

1097 words - 4 pages In Robert Frost’s poem “Birches” the poem does not vaguely say who the narrator is but it is assumed it is a man. The poem draws a parallel between two worlds. The poem takes place on a winter morning in the woods with icy white birch trees scattering the landscape. The poem is not about the landscape, but rather the narrator images of his past. The birch tree’s branches question the narrator to what is real and what is not. This “swinging” event...

John Cheever's The Enormous Radio

636 words - 3 pages John Cheever's "The Enormous Radio" In the short story by John Cheever called "The Enormous Radio" it begins with Jim and Irene Westcotts appearing like the perfect American family. Cheever describes them as "the kind of people who seem to strike that satisfactory average of income, endeavor, and respectability" (Cheever 1). What is ironic about this story is the Westcotts are far from being the perfect family and the community they try to...

Adhoc Networks

3058 words - 12 pages Reliable Broadcasting in Mobile Ad-Hoc Networks ABSTRACT In a mobile ad-hoc network, providing a reliable broadcast is one of the most important requirements. In broadcasting, a source node sends a message to all the other nodes in the network. Broadcasting operation is expected to be executed more frequently in mobile ad-hoc networks MANETs. So the number of retransmissions in the broadcast has to be minimized. The reliable broadcast...

Themes in Raymond Carver's Literature

750 words - 3 pages Themes in Raymond Carver's Literature In Short Cuts, by Raymond Carver, characters experience trials and problems in their lives, whether extreme such as in " A Small, Good Thing" and "Lemonade" or nominal such as in " Vitamins". They all seem to depict these struggles as uphill battles which the characters cannot and mostly do not overcome. The characters throughout Carver's "Short Cuts" struggle through their lives in private desperation,...

Analysis of the Poem "Move"

931 words - 4 pages Lucille Clifton's poem "Move" deals specifically with an incident that occurred in Philadelphia on May 13, 1985. On that date, Mayor Wilson Goode, Philadelphia's first African American mayor, authorized the use of lethal force against fellow African Americans living at 6221 Osage Avenue. In her introduction to the poem, Clifton says that there had been complaints from neighbors, who were also African American, concerning the "Afrocentric...

Poetry essay on "Mending Wall" by Robert Frost

537 words - 2 pages In the "Mending Wall" by Robert Frost, a story is told of two neighbors who meet annuallyto repair a fence that separates their properties. The wall in this poem is much morethan just a physical barrier between two estates, it can be viewed as an emotional orpsychological barrier as...

In the parable of the Good Samaritan, the core question being answered is “who is my neighbor?” The answer that everyone is your neighbor is revealed through the hardship that the unnamed protagonist goes through after being waylaid by thieves. While the Samaritan is revealed to be the most faithful neighbor in the scenarios that follow, very little is said about the thieves. They are more plot device than characters, existing to put the rest of the parable in motion. But what happens when your neighbor is the thief?

My wife and I moved into our first house last year, in a neighborhood that could be described as transitional. Three blocks south is the desirable, thriving (expensive) neighborhood that’s held up as the pre-war ideal of neighborhood design, at least as far as our sprawl-obsessed city is concerned. But our neighborhood, while still featuring the desirable bungalows and old trees, is populated by tire shops, taquerias, and a thriving blue collar population.

Well, blue collar with the exception of our newest neighbors. In January, the handyman and his three sons moved out from next door. The new renters were a family reputed to be electricians, but who rarely seemed to leave the house. In fact, most of their business seemed to come to them, arriving at odd hours and only staying for minutes at a time.  Either they were the most efficient electricians in the world, or they were drug dealers. Otherwise, however, they’re ideal neighbors. Quiet, friendly and always socializing on their front porch.

But in a situation where there is considerable come-and-go, not every person who occupied the house held to the same good-natured neighborliness that the primary renters did. The Mayweather-Cotto fight brought a large crowd to their house, every punch that connected drawing cheers audible across the block. But hey, that was what we knew we were getting into here, along with a close proximity to downtown, and a fine doughnut shop within walking distance.

Soon after the boxing party, on a Saturday morning around 5 am, we heard banging noises in our backyard. Peering out the windows, we could see little in the predawn gloom, and returned to bed. Almost immediately, though, we heard breaking glass.

One of the drawbacks of our little house is the lack of a garage, so we park our cars in the driveway. As I peered out our bedroom window, I could see both cars on the pebbled asphalt, and a figure crouched in the shadows next to my car.

“Call 911,” I barked as I dragged on a pair of shorts and grabbed my trusty Maglite, wishing desperately that it were something with a gauge and a pump action.

I stepped out into the driveway quietly, my bare feet feeling concrete porch, dewy grass and asphalt in short succession.  The figure turned to look at me.

“You better run, bitch!” I shouted, the previous weeks of watching The Wire overflowing into false bravado.

Surprisingly, he did.

I dashed up the driveway to find two fence posts kicked out of place, and the window of my car punched in and scattered about. Turning left to peer through the hole in the fence, I watched the thief dart across our neighbor’s back yard and over the opposite fence. Gone.

A scant three minutes later, the familiar white and blue Crown Vics of the Houston Police department arrived, a pair of them.  My wife had told the dispatcher that the thief was headed north, and they came from that direction, searchlights sweeping the alleys, but no runners were found.

Our neighbors across the street, the daycare worker, the laborer and the aspiring seminarian came out onto their front porches. The house next door remained silent, playing possum as the police cars idled outside.

The officers took statements and eventually requested that the residents next door come outside. The other neighbors and I quickly identified the culprit as the one gentleman who was sweating profusely at 5:30am. The police took him into custody.

Just a week before the break-in, we had met a tall, tanned man with an easy drawl and a gigantic white pickup truck. He’d just purchased the house next door with the intent to renovate it, while still maintaining the classic lines underneath, and sell it. The day after the break-in, I called him. I told him about the robbery, about the four bicycles that the police found in the back yard, stolen from the other neighbors, and about the three foot tall marijuana plants that the bikes were propped against.

After my snitching, the next door house was quickly unoccupied, and it’s currently undergoing its extreme makeover. The ten days that the renters remained were tense, the waves from the front porch replace with averted stares and strained silence. I don’t know if they ever knew that I was the one who’d put that particular finishing touch in motion, but I felt the sting of the implication every time I pulled into the driveway.

Today, our block is unquestionably safe– and calmer that it was before. The experience brought us closer to our neighbors, and knit us into the community even more. It’s our tiny battle scar in a not-quite-rough neighborhood.

But I’m still troubled. The renters next door were neighbors, too. They lost their place to live through the foolish actions of one member of their circle. Yet here I am, in the house that I own, swelling with pride for having gotten them evicted. Was I loving my neighbor or not?

I can certainly justify myself by pointing to the justice done, a criminal rightly punished by the proper authorities. The likely drug dealers expelled from their haven (no doubt to make another neighborhood feel the unease that we did).

I even crow about the progress, the sunny new bungalow that will soon replace the decrepit dump next door, and the attendant rise in my own property value. From all sides, it feels like I’ve done rather well. The $200 for a new car window is a small price to pay, right?

The pull inward that I feel, the guilt and confusion about how I love my neighbors even when they’re the thieves who beset me on my life’s road to Jericho is a reminder, a reminder that thieves are neighbors, too, who need grace and friendship as much as I do. Who are in community with us all. I wish I’d bandaged his wounds and helped him, but that’s not how it played out. Instead, bandaging the wounds of our whole neighborhood meant helping to eliminate a toxin from within.

My attempts to reconcile the tension between justice and grace, the personal good versus the community’s peace aren’t leading me anywhere but further down a rabbit hole, but I suppose until all our wounds are bound and salved, we’ll always live in this tension. And sometimes, next door to it.

Categories: 1

0 Replies to “Write Essay About Life With My Neighbours Next Door”

Leave a comment

L'indirizzo email non verrà pubblicato. I campi obbligatori sono contrassegnati *