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M's, Juniper's, Lowen’s, and Inge’s Grandpa
Friends and being friendly are two different things. But not knowing who they are or how to get in touch with them is silly. I see it all the time in my home town, just a lack of community. If I’m having a fire, like one of my log roasts, I want my neighbors coming over and hanging for a beer and food. We’re all in this together. A lone wolf dies alone but a pack thrives.
That’s the message on the work shirt I have on today: we’re all in this together.
I was returning from helping a friend get his snowblower attached to his tractor ahead of this storm and saw a fellow walking along the road in a rural area. I pulled over to the shoulder ahead of him and tossed the passenger door of the truck open.
As he came up, I said ‘hey jump in where are you going?’
He said ‘no I’m okay man, I just signed up for the army. I’m walking to get in shape.’
I replied ‘really?! that’s great! but where are you off to?’
He named a blood donation center where he was going to sell serum that was 6 miles away, so I said ‘jump in buddy, I’ll get you closer to it, tell me about your life so far.’
By the time I dropped him off, he had told me the rudiments of his life story, pretty rough to this point, and I could tell from his demeanor he was respectful but also that he had suffered due to the color of his skin. I saw he was optimistic that this decision would set him on a better future path. I assured him that 90% of success was not being afraid to try and the rest was putting in the effort.
I do believe we need to reach out to one another, and that digital life seems to separate people as much as it brings them together.
The fire pit is out on the back patio, and ready for anyone wanting to come meet this neighbor! And, now that the children are all out on their own, there’s always spare rooms here. Just give me a heads up when you’re out this way.