The glob of spit hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. Marcus watched in disbelief as it sailed towards him, his mind racing to comprehend the hatred behind the act. Just moments ago, he had been carrying groceries to his new home, excited about the fresh start.
Now he stood frozen on his own lawn, facing the contorted face of his neighbor, a man he had never even spoken to. As the warm saliva splattered across his cheek, Marcus felt a surge of emotions—shock, disgust, anger, but most of all, a crushing realization that his dream of a peaceful life in this suburban neighborhood had just shattered.
Marcus Johnson took a deep breath as he lifted the last box from his car. The warm Florida sun beat down on his forehead, causing beads of sweat to form along his hairline. At 28 years old, he was finally achieving his dream of home ownership in the peaceful suburb of Oakridge, just outside Tampa. As he carried the….Read Full Story Here……………………
