by admin on February 14, 2017

Yesterday I told you about the humdinger of a storm we had. We awoke this morning to a waist high wall of snow at the end of the driveway. This was placed there by the plow as it went by pushing the snow as best they can.  I accept that there is only so much you can do with a plow and snow removal. If you don’t have any experience with plowed snow, it is heavy and difficult to cut through because it has been compacted by the blade of the plow.  We don’t own a snowblower, mostly relying on ourselves and our four oldest kids to help with the removal.  I firmly believe physical labor is good for a soul, and I did plenty of it as a kid, so not having a snowblower to me, isn’t a big deal.  But they sure are nice to have when there is a huge wall of compacted snow out there!

We were getting ready to trudge out there and deal with the inevitable, when I got a text from the woman across the street, offering us the use of her snowblower. Yippee, right?!  With a new spring in our step, we continued the donning of winter garb, when what to our wondering ears should we hear? Why, a snowblower in our driveway!  And not the one from the lovely lady across the street. No, this one was driven by another neighbor who had had his driveway cleared by the guy across from him, so he came down to our place to pay it forward.  He helped my husband clear our driveway, then my husband cleared the end of the driveway for the couple next door, aided by another neighbor across the street.

Why am I telling you all the mundane details of our snow removal?  To demonstrate the power of community.  I have been so disheartened by all the political discord bombarding us these days.  Us against them, rage, rage rage, pillage, vilify, etc.  But, here I am, in my not so little city, surrounded by a  diverse group of people in my neighborhood, and our differences don’t matter.  We have found our common areas and develped a respect and understanding for each other.  And I bet our little neighborhood isn’t the only one.  Happy communities don’t sell the news and they don’t fuel talk shows.  Some would claim that I live in a bubble, that we all get along because of our socio-economic status.  I’d have to argue no.  We  have upper class, middle and lower class nieghbors.  We have divorcees, singles, newly married, old timers, retirees, immigrants and families off the Mayflower, democrats, tree huggers and die-hard conservatives, straight and not.

Our opinions may be as diverse as the flavors of jelly beans, but we all have a deep respect for each others’ humanity.  We recognize that we all share this space and we all want the same thing, to live in peace with our families and neighbors.

I encourage you to look around you.  I bet the reality of the world around you is a lot different than the media is trying to sell you.

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