SWEET LADY FEEDS LOCAL KIDS FOR FREE – WHEN A NEIGHBOR TRIED TO KICK HER OUT, THE UNBELIEVABLE HAPPENED We have a football field near our house where all the local kids go to play on the weekends. In the district, there are families with drastically different incomes. Every Saturday, this sweet lady who lives down the street makes homemade lunch for the kids to enjoy after playing. This way, no one has to go home; they can grab a hot dog from her and continue playing. She is pretty lonely. I’ve never seen her family visiting her or any new cars parked near her house. So, I guess this little tradition lets her enjoy the bubbly and active company of local kids, who got attached to her over the summer and would come to ask how she was doing. Last Saturday, the guy next door had enough of the “loud noises” and “weird smells” around his house and came out to cause a scene. While the kids were playing and the lady was setting up the table, he came up to her, threatening to call the police if her “crazy parties” continued. A few hours later, he regretted this decision with his whole soul. What happened….. Continue Reading:👇👇 – Popular News Blog

Kind Mrs. Johnson is setting up her usual Saturday lunch for the local kids when a grumpy neighbor confronts her.

The situation escalates quickly, ending with the sweet older lady in tears. But the grouchy neighbor soon realizes his bullying won’t be tolerated!

I have to share something that happened in my neighborhood last Saturday. It involves a sweet lady, some local kids, and a grumpy neighbor. The ending is unbelievable! There’s a football field near our house where the local kids play on weekends.

Mrs. Johnson, who lives down the street, has been making hot dogs and other goodies so the kids can stay and play longer without having to go home hungry.

It seems ridiculous that anyone would have an issue with an older lady doing a good deed, but that’s exactly what happened.Mrs.

Johnson is a real gem. She’s probably in her late 60’s and has the kindest smile. Unfortunately, she’s a bit lonely. I think her kids live far away, and she lost her husband a few years back. This little tradition of hers, feeding the kids, seems to bring her so much joy.

And the kids love it, too. Every Saturday, they rush over to Mrs. Johnson’s table, laughing and chatting, grabbing their hot dogs, and thanking her. It’s a heartwarming sight, which is why last Saturday’s events were so shocking.

Mrs. Johnson was setting up her table as usual when Mr. Davis, the grumpy neighbor from across the street, stormed out of his house, ready for a fight. I was astonished to see him beeline over to Mrs. Johnson. “What’s all this noise?” he barked, waving his arms around.

“And that smell? Must you really have a crazy party here every weekend?” Mrs. Johnson jumped. “Oh, Mr. Davis, it’s just the kids’ lunch.” “Well, I’ve had enough of it!” he snapped. “I’m calling the police. This isn’t a cafeteria.”Mrs. Johnson’s jaw dropped.

P“Mr. Davis, these children don’t have anywhere else to go. Some of them can’t even afford lunch. I’m just trying to help.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Help? All I hear is noise, and all I smell is your greasy food.

I work nights and need my rest. This has to stop!” Mrs. Johnson scowled. “No. I will not stop feeding these kids, Mr. Davis. And don’t try to claim you work nights with me, either!