She watched him from her balcony…
Wearing simple clothes. Carrying a trash bag.
And without knowing a thing about him, she shouted:
“This isn’t your kind of neighborhood. Go back to where you came from!”
He looked up—calm, quiet, but clearly hurt.
She wasn’t done.
“You look like a garbage man. Or maybe you’re just homeless pretending to live here?”
But what she didn’t know…
Is that the man she just insulted?
Owns three businesses. Has lived there longer than her. And gives jobs to people every single day.
He walked up, looked her in the eye, and said:
“Never judge people by the clothes they wear. Especially not your neighbors.”
The silence after that? LOUD.
