Years ago, I was speaking with a former neighbor of mine who was a high functioning autistic young man. We’ll call him Danny. We were both about to begin mowing our respective lawns, he with a push mower and me with my riding mower. Danny asked if his yard could be mowed with a riding mower.
We live at the foot of a mountain, so both our yards are sloped, in some areas almost unwalkable. I explained that due to the steep slope in his yard, it wouldn’t be safe to use the riding mower (there was some truth to that, but I have to admit I was being lazy and hoping he wasn’t going to ask me for a favor – I feared that’s where he was heading with the conversation). Danny then pointed to an especially steep part of my yard and asked if I was able to mow that. I said, “No, I’ll have to come back later and hit that with the trimmer.”
We then commenced our work and both finished about the same time. As I headed to the steep part of my yard with the trimmer, I noticed it had already been cut. I turned to Danny, who was still in his yard, and curiously asked, “Did you cut this?” Continue reading My Humble Neighbor