Almost every weekend we see a little blue car pull up in front of the house. An elderly man comes out, followed by his dog, and they go for a walk into the park. On returning to the car, the man will stroke his dog, give him treats and then drive home again.
I wondered what the story was behind this man. Who’s at home with him? Does he have any children? What does he do during the rest of the day? How will he spend Christmas this year?
I actually thought of popping a Christmas card in between the windscreen of his car…
“From your friendly neighbours at number 41”
However I didn’t go through with it. Don’t really know why, maybe I just thought it was too out there.
As I was getting ready to head out today, I saw the same man through the window. I watched him get into his car when my boyfriend said something which was probably more out there!
‘I dare you to give him a bottle of wine!’
At first I thought..what?! We don’t know anything about him and what would he think?!
Then I thought…what do I have to lose? Just one of our spare red wine bottles, which we purchased as Christmas presents for others.
As I grabbed one of the bottles and desperately searched for the keys, I heard my boyfriend shouting out (as he was checking through the window too!) that this person had taken off…and I was a little sad.
What happened made me realise that I had some ‘guts’, (or stupidity, who knows), in running over to a stranger and almost about to give him a Christmas present. It was out of the blue (a dare after all!) and I was a bit disappointed on missing my chance. I was however happy that deep down, I learnt that I could perform such an act, when I thought I couldn’t do it before.