During the cold, snowy weather of last week I dreaded, as most of us were, hearing the weather reports of snow and Arctic temperatures.
Each morning I would walk to my car in snow up to my ankles only to clean off my car and go to work worrying about myself and others falling in the ice and snow. That evening as I arrived home from work and pulled into my driveway, I noticed someone had cleaned it off. I was pleasantly surprised.
I then noticed that someone had also cleaned off the public sidewalk that runs along our backyard that I walk to reach the gate into my yard along with the other neighborhood people walking along the sidewalk on 22nd Street.
I asked who had cleaned the drive and sidewalk and my boyfriend told me he was not sure, but he caught a glimpse of someone with a snow blower cleaning it earlier in the day. By the time he had gotten dressed to go and thank the person, he had disappeared.
Neither of us could manage to shovel the amount of snow that fell. It is hard to believe that there is a person so willing to unselfishly help people in this day and age. I am proud to be part of a neighborhood were neighbors helping neighbors is an everyday occasion.