I was running out the house for work and my car wouldn’t start. I assume my battery went dead because I accidentally left something on the previous night. I knock on my neighbor’s door at 7:40am to ask for a jump. An African woman answers and gives me her car keys. I quickly pull the cables out of my trunk and start connecting them. Her car is weird af; it doesn’t have a ground connector on her battery. I don’t know what to do, so she tells me to go get another neighbor (an African man) to help us. I go get the second neighbor at 7:50am. That’s two neighbors doors I’ve knocked on before 8:00am. He comes out, and thank god he knows the solution. We connect the cables and wait for the car to get a charge. The lady is back in the house by this time, and he also goes inside. I finally get my car to start. I disconnect everything tell her thanks and speed off to work.
I came back home later that day and knock on her door again. Some kids answer. I hear a old lady inside. I give $10.00 to the kids and tell them to give it to their mother for giving me a jump. The grandma gets up, takes the money from the kids, and tries to hand it back to me…. I just look at her 🤨….. grandma said “she is my daughter, she will not accept this!”….. I continue to look at her 🤨 I couldn’t walk away because she was talking to me. Grandma grabs my pocket, opens it, and puts the money in it…. Did she just run my pockets, in reverse. I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to touch strangers pockets ma’am.
It was pretty dope to see the grandma unwilling to accept my gratitude. You don’t see that every day. I mean it was only $10.00.
Sacrifice of Leadership 