A noisy teenager caused trouble for the school janitor and later felt guilty. He learned about the janitor’s life and decided to do something special for him. That’s when he realized something important.
“Wow!” Holden exclaimed when he saw the mess he had created on the floor. He and his friend were just trying to play a prank on another student by painting his locker. However, he accidentally dropped the paint can in the middle of the basketball court, which would definitely be noticed.
“Come on, Holden! Let’s go! Let’s go!” his friend, Andrew, shouted, and they both left everything behind and ran away.
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A noisy teenager caused trouble for the school janitor and later felt guilty. He learned about the janitor’s life and decided to do something special for him. That’s when he realized something important.
Holden and his friend were not bad kids, but they often skipped classes and liked to play pranks on others. They didn’t mean any harm; Holden just didn’t like school and wanted to have fun like many teenagers do.
“Wow. That’s terrible,” Holden said when he saw the mess he made. “Sorry. That was rude.” Luckily, no one found out about the incident, but later, he walked by the basketball court and saw the old janitor cleaning up. He also heard the principal, Mr. Figgins, yelling.
“We have the pep rally tomorrow, and scouts from all over are coming! This needs to be cleaned up right away!” the principal shouted at the poor man, who was trying to scrub the floor. The paint was oil-based, making the job hard.
Yes, Mr. Figgins. I’ll make sure it’s ready for tomorrow,” the janitor replied, still scrubbing. The principal waved his arms, yelled some more, and stormed off.
Holden felt awful watching the janitor clean the mess caused by his prank, so he did something surprising. He walked onto the court, grabbed a rag, knelt down, and started helping the janitor.
The old man looked at him and said, “I guess you did this, right?” He continued to scrub the floor.
“Sir, I’m really sorry. It was a mistake. I didn’t know you would get in trouble for it,” Holden said sincerely. “Please don’t tell the principal. My mom would be really mad.”
The janitor sighed and replied, “I won’t tell anyone, but you have to help me until this floor is clean.” Holden quickly agreed.
As they worked, they talked. The janitor’s name was Fred. At first, they chatted about basketball and football since the school had some of the best teams. But then Holden asked why Fred was still working at his age. He looked to be over 60.
“Well, I need to pay my mortgage,” Fred said with a frown. “I’m 76.”
“Wow, you still haven’t paid it off? That means I can’t even think about having my own house,” Holden said.
“Things are tough right now, kid. I never really wanted a house. I bought that house for my daughter because she needed a place to live,” Fred explained, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I helped her with the mortgage for years, but then she died in a car accident, and now it’s all my responsibility.”
“I’m really sorry to hear that,” Holden said quietly. They were silent for a moment. “Why not sell the house now?”
“Where would I go? With rent these days, I’d be homeless. I need to keep working to eat,” Fred said realistically.
“But you might never retire!” Holden added.
“That’s true. I just hope I can pay the mortgage before I die,” he continued.
“How much do you owe?” Holden asked.
“Well, it’s a little under $30,000,” Fred replied.
“Wow. That’s terrible,” Holden said, then widened his eyes. “Sorry, that was rude.”
But Fred laughed. “Let’s just keep working, kid.”
They finally cleaned up the paint, but it took a long time, and Holden went home late that night. He couldn’t sleep, thinking about how to help the old man who didn’t get him in trouble.
A few days later, he told his mother everything that happened and asked her how they could raise money for Fred. Maybe if they paid off his mortgage, he could retire.
His mother suggested that Holden mow lawns in the neighborhood. It was the right season, and many people needed help. So he got his dad’s lawnmower and started working hard.
But after a few days, he realized it was going to take a long time to earn the money. So he talked to his neighbors whose kids went to the same school. He took a picture of Fred from the school’s website and posted it online, sharing his story and creating a crowdfunding link to help the janitor.
To his surprise, the donations started coming in, and they raised $30,000 in just a week.
Then Holden and his mother spoke to the school principal about having a special ceremony to honor Fred and surprise him. Holden also had to tell the principal about the paint on the court, and Mr. Figgins agreed.
The whole school heard the story and gathered at the basketball court to cheer when Fred arrived. The old janitor had no idea what was happening since he didn’t use social media. Holden presented him with the money, and many people in the crowd cried as the two hugged. Fred officially retired that week.
Holden later learned that Fred had a granddaughter named Erin, who was only a few years younger than him. The janitor wanted to pay off the house for her to have when he was gone. Erin and Holden became good friends, and he started visiting Fred after school to help out.
He stopped hanging out with Andrew and began taking his classes more seriously. The whole experience taught him that you have to work hard for everything.
Holden changed completely and graduated at the top of his class a few years later. The school staff was shocked and happy with his turnaround, as they rarely saw such changes. And it was all because of Fred and that afternoon spent cleaning up paint.
What can we learn from this story?
You should apologize and do your best to fix your mistakes. Holden got the janitor in trouble but sincerely tried to make it right.
It only takes one experience or person to change someone’s life. After meeting Fred, Holden changed for good, learning that life is tough, and only hard work can lead to happiness.
My neighbors reached out to complain about my in-laws’ behavior – so I gave them permission to put them in their place
“Me neither,” I replied, squeezing his hand. “It’s going to be amazing.”
We had called his parents, Miriam and Richard, over to share the news.
When they arrived, I could see the curiosity in their eyes.
“What’s this big news you have for us?” Miriam asked, settling into her favorite chair.
David took a deep breath. “I got the project. We’re moving to California for a month.”
Miriam’s face lit up. “That’s wonderful, David! But what about the house? You can’t just leave it empty.”
Richard nodded. “She’s right. Houses need looking after.”
I glanced at David, who gave me a reassuring smile. “We were hoping you could help with that,” he said.
Miriam’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, we’d love to! Right, Richard?”
“Absolutely,” Richard agreed.
“Thank you so much,” I said. “That would be very helpful.”
David seemed relieved. “Great, it’s settled then.”
But as we started to pack up our things, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.
Miriam and Richard had a habit of overstepping boundaries, and I worried about what they might do while we were away.
The next morning, David and I loaded the last of our bags into the car. Miriam and Richard stood by, ready to take over.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” Miriam said. “We’ve got it all under control.”
I forced another smile. “Thanks, Miriam. We really appreciate it.”
David hugged his parents goodbye. “Take care of yourselves and the house,” he said.
Richard gave me a firm handshake. “You two enjoy your adventure. We’ll keep everything in order here.”
As we drove away, I couldn’t help but feel a knot in my stomach. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked David.
“It’ll be fine, Michelle,” he said, glancing at me. “They mean well.”
I nodded, trying to convince myself. “I know. It’s just…”
“I understand,” he said, squeezing my hand. “But this is a great opportunity for us. And we’re going to enjoy our time in California, okay?”
I took a deep breath and pushed my worries aside. “You’re right. Let’s focus on the adventure ahead.”
But despite my efforts to focus on our new adventure, the unease from leaving our house in Miriam and Richard’s hands lingered.
A week into our stay in California, I received a call from Alice, our close neighbor.
“Hey, Michelle,” Alice started, her voice hesitant. “I need to tell you something about your in-laws.”
My heart sank. “What did they do, Alice?”
She took a deep breath. “Miriam threw away your purple curtains.”
“What?” I felt a surge of anger. “Those were my favorite!”
“There’s more,” Alice continued. “She also scolded me for wearing a top and shorts in my own backyard.”
I clenched my fist. “That’s so intrusive. She has no right!”
“And,” Alice hesitated again, “I saw her throwing away some of your clothes.”
Chills ran down my spine. “What? She did what?”
“I’m so sorry, Michelle. Tom and I want to help. We can talk to Miriam and Richard and put them in their place.”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “Thank you, Alice. I appreciate it. Please, do what you can. They need to understand boundaries.”
“What’s wrong?” David asked as he entered the room.
“Miriam threw away my curtains and some of my clothes. She even scolded Alice for her outfit in her own yard.”
“What? Mom did that? This is too much. We need to call them.”
“Let’s wait,” I said. “Alice and Tom are going to talk to them first.”
“Alright, but if this doesn’t stop, we’re calling them ourselves.”
“They need to learn that they can’t just do whatever they want,” I said, nodding.
As I ended the call with Alice, I felt a sense of resolve. Miriam and Richard were going to learn the hard way that their behavior was unacceptable.
I anxiously waited for Alice’s call to update me on their talk with Miriam and Richard. When my phone finally rang, I answered immediately.
“Michelle, it’s Alice. We talked to them, but Miriam just brushed it off. We need to take this further.”
I took a deep breath. “Alright, what’s the plan?”
“We’ll gather the neighbors,” Alice said. “Let’s have a video call to discuss it.”
An hour later, I sat at my laptop, connecting to a video call with Alice, Tom, Brian, Ellen, and Honor. Everyone looked serious and ready to help.
“Thanks for joining,” I began. “Miriam’s crossed the line. We need to show her boundaries.”
Brian nodded. “What can we do?”
Alice leaned in. “Miriam’s planning a barbecue this weekend. I say we crash it.”
Tom grinned. “Sounds good. How?”
“Everyone wears Hawaiian shorts,” Alice suggested, her eyes twinkling. “And we bring tuna pies — Miriam hates them.”
Ellen laughed. “That’ll definitely make a statement.”
“Make it fun and loud,” I added, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “Show them what real boundaries are.”
Honor nodded. “Count me in.”
We spent the next hour planning every detail. Everyone had a role, from baking the pies to finding the brightest Hawaiian shorts!
Before we ended the call, Brian clapped his hands together. “This is going to be epic.”
“Remember,” I said, trying to sound confident, “the goal is to reclaim my home, not start a war.”
Alice smiled. “We’ve got this, Michelle. They won’t know what hit them.”
Just when I hung up, David returned from grocery shopping. “We have a plan,” I explained, detailing everything.
He listened quietly and sighed. “I feel bad it’s come to this. They’re my parents, after all.”
“I know,” I said gently. “But they need to learn they can’t do whatever they want.”
He nodded slowly. “You’re right. I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
“I understand,” I replied. “But it’s the only way to reclaim our home.”
David managed a small smile. “Alright. Let’s see how it goes.”
That weekend, I traveled back home, determined to handle the situation in person.
Soon, the day of the barbecue arrived, and Miriam’s loud invitations gave Alice the perfect opportunity to overhear. I waited anxiously nearby, ready for the call.
Soon enough, my phone rang. “Michelle, they’re here,” Honor said. “It’s time.”
“On my way,” I replied, taking a deep breath and heading to our backyard.
As I approached, I saw the neighbors in their bright Hawaiian shorts, carrying tuna pies and ready to party. Miriam and Richard stood there, shocked and outraged.
“What is this? You can’t be here!” Miriam snapped at them.
Alice stepped forward, unfazed. “We’re here to enjoy the barbecue, Miriam.”
Miriam’s face turned red. “I’m calling the police! You can’t just crash my party like that.”
Honor quickly called me. “Michelle, it’s time.”
I entered the backyard, feeling a surge of determination. “Miriam,” I began, “you’ve crossed the line. So I think I should be the one calling the cops.”
Miriam glared at me. “How dare you speak to me like this in front of everyone! This is unacceptable! Did you plan all of this?”
“Unacceptable,” I said firmly, “is you changing the curtains, making inappropriate remarks to my neighbors, and throwing away my clothes! My neighbors will stay at this party, and you will serve them barbecue. Then, you’ll pay me for the things you threw away. Otherwise, I’ll call the police for damaging my property at MY home.”
Miriam’s facade crumbled as she stood speechless, her face red with anger and disbelief.
“You can’t do this,” she sputtered.
“You have a choice,” I said, holding my ground. “Comply or face the consequences.”
The neighbors watched, some smiling, others nodding in agreement. Richard, realizing the gravity of the situation, gently tugged her arm.
“We should just do what she says,” Richard said quietly. “Let’s not make this worse.”
Miriam looked around, seeing the determination on my face and the support from the neighbors. She finally nodded, defeated. “Fine,” she muttered.
With no choice, Miriam served the barbecue with a forced smile while the neighbors enjoyed the party. The atmosphere was lively and joyous, with music playing and everyone having a good time.
I was glad that I had reclaimed my home and set the boundaries clear. It wasn’t just about the curtains or the clothes — it was about respect and understanding. And we had made that crystal clear.
Do you think we did the right thing?
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