When new neighbors parked their truck on Edna’s beautiful lawn, they thought the elderly widow would just accept it. But Edna, protective of the home she built with her late husband, Harold, was not going to let them take over easily.
Edna had lived in her house for over fifty years, filled with memories of her life with Harold. He had planted the trees and tended to the garden, making their home a cherished place. They raised their two children there, watched them grow, and now, with only memories left, Edna found comfort in every blade of grass. Her son, Tom, often visited, helping with the yard work. He told her she shouldn’t worry about it, but Edna never complained; she didn’t want to burden him.
The house had been quiet since Harold passed, but it was still her sanctuary. That changed when a lively young couple moved in next door. At first, Edna didn’t mind, but everything shifted when she saw their shiny pickup truck parked right on her lawn one morning. Her heart sank as deep tire marks ruined her well-kept grass.
Determined, Edna grabbed her cane and walked outside. The neighbor’s wife, with an arrogant attitude, brushed off her concerns. When Edna insisted they move the truck, the woman dismissed her, saying it didn’t matter since Edna didn’t own a car.
Frustrated but trying to remain polite, Edna returned inside, hoping it would be a one-time incident. But the next day, the truck was back, and this time, the husband answered the door. He grumbled about parking wherever he wanted since Edna lived alone. Hurt and angry, Edna insisted it was her property, but he slammed the door in her face.
That night, Edna resolved to protect her lawn, just as Harold would have wanted. While searching through the garage, she discovered an old canister filled with small, sharp tacks, Harold’s leftover project supplies. An idea formed: if she scattered the tacks on her lawn, the neighbors would be in for a surprise.
Under the cover of darkness, Edna quietly sprinkled the tacks where the truck usually parked, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. The next morning, she heard the unmistakable sound of hissing tires. Peeking out the window, she saw the neighbor staring at his flat tires in disbelief. A smile crept across Edna’s face; her plan had worked.
Soon, there was a furious knock on her door. The angry neighbor accused her of ruining his truck. Edna calmly explained that she had asked him to stop parking on her lawn and that she had every right to protect her property. The neighbor continued to shout threats, but Edna had already called the police. As she stood her ground, the sound of sirens grew closer.
Two officers arrived quickly, and the angry neighbor pointed at Edna, claiming she was responsible. The officer asked Edna for her side of the story, and she explained how she had asked them to stop parking on her lawn. After inspecting the tire marks and tacks, the officer informed the neighbor he was trespassing and would be charged for harassment and property damage.
Defeated, the neighbor slumped away, leaving Edna relieved and victorious. The neighbors kept their distance after that, and the truck never returned to her lawn. While the grass would take time to heal, Edna felt a sense of pride in handling the situation herself.
That afternoon, as she sat on her porch, sipping tea in the soft glow of the setting sun, Edna felt at peace. She had stood up for her home, for her memories with Harold, and it filled her with a deep sense of satisfaction.
Man Saves Pennies For 45 Years and Rakes In a Fortune
He entered the bank while a dolly followed in his wake. Everyone looked at him at once when the sound of the coins was heard.
The coin master, Otha Anders, served as a supervisor for the Jackson School Board. He was the one to whom suspended children were sent, and they grew to love him.
Anders’s spouse and children were by his side throughout, but he had a somewhat dubious interest.
Something that began as a fun project developed into a passion, almost like an obsession.
Anders thinks that God is teaching him to be thankful with every penny he finds. He nearly always found a penny on the days he didn’t pray. He felt that was how God was directing him to express his gratitude.
Anders was a man of faith, thus he said prayers on the penny when most people would just wish for anything.
“I came to believe that finding a misplaced or dropped penny served as an extra divine prompt to always express gratitude,” Anders stated to USA Today.”There have been days when I have neglected to pray, and almost without fail, a misplaced or dropped penny has appeared to remind me.”
He kept them in five-gallon plastic water jugs for forty-five years. He surmised that he had hundreds of thousands of dollars stashed away, but he would soon find out.
The staff members had a great day trying something new when they carried the gallons to the bank. They used an ax and hammer to chop the pennies out of the water bottles. They had a number after five hours of chopping and counting on the coin counter.
Anders had saved $5,136.14 in pennies over the course of 45 years! That comes to roughly 114.4$ annually. In forty-five years, who would have imagined that a pastime of collecting pennies might result in a “old car”?
Anders, however, used his money to pay off a recent dental bill.
He was glad to put the money toward a worthwhile purchase. He used the remaining cash to support a family vacation and church donations.
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