My wife used to tell me I had a hero complex. I always tried to help others when I had the chance. As much as she used to complain about it, she didn't do much to dissuade me from being one. She would send me to help her friends out when they were having computer problems or having issues with moving boxes. Lately though, the only person I try to help as much as possible is, you guessed it, my neighbor. It's not that she needs the help. She doesn't. Yet any time she asks, I'm always there.
My neighbor told me a few times that she could feel my late wife approving of me spending time with her. I never discounted that feeling, but I knew that my neighbor helped me out of plenty of jams. There was this one time that my business partner invited me to another dinner with his fiancΓ©e. I panicked just because I wasn't sure how to handle this invite. One part of me wanted to beg off. The other part told me to accept it. It was then he asked me if I had someone to bring. My panic started registering off the scale at that point.
I was blessed at that moment by the vision of my angelic neighbor walking in. I thought I could see the wings on her back as she walked in. She looked at me funny before I closed my eyes and refocused. The wings disappeared, but she stood there with that look on her face.
"Okay, Romeo, what's going on?"
I started to explain the invite from my business partner to meet his fiancΓ©e. She listened intently before she pressed her finger on my lips.
"I'm going to ask you a question, Romeo. Your answer will determine what I am going to do. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head slowly. I didn't think she was going to offer to be my date or anything. Maybe she had an idea how to get out of it.
"Are you okay taking me with you?"
The world stopped. I was breathless for a few moments before a huge smile crossed my face.
"There's no one I'd rather take more than you, Amor."
"Even though I am an older woman?"