Slice of Life #62: Howdy Neighbor! My Many Good Neighbors
This is written for the meme prompt by the pirate princess on Sharing a Slice of Life .
I have lived a life on the fringes of town. There never were children around to play with.
When I lived in Pawnee, we lived in the country, but I remember there was a wonderful black man who came and comforted me while my mom was getting help for the out of control fire. You can read about that here.
He didn't live next door, but he saw a small crying girl and reached out to comfort her.
When we went through the tornado, I remember driving around with my dad to check on all the other farmers in the area before we made it to my aunt's making sure no one was hurt. Tornado story.
This was my life pretty much.
In Edmond, my neighbors were an elderly lady and an elderly brother and sister who lived across the street. They let me come by and visit and help them. There was always a sweet smile. When I left for college, I never saw them again. They left an old wardrobe and sewing machine which my daughter has now, to me as there wasn't any family. They remembered me as a sweet little girl who loved them.
In college, I had a roommate that I had gone to high school with. She supported me through some painful times. We both met our spouses in Houston. I stayed, she moved to the East coast. We drifted apart.
The Hero and I moved to the country miles from the city. We had some neighbors, unfortunately when my dad had his heart attack he said some hurtful things that did not help with relations. There were some that we still would watch their land if they were away and vice versa.
My neighbors during the ordeal of the Hero's bout with cancer were actually cities away. I had a friend who would call with a joke daily to uplift our spirits, if I were low she would cry with me. My cousin would call from another state to do the same. We had home teachers and old home teachers who would come to what ever hospital or town we were in and visit, bless, and uplift during our time of need. One of the home teacher's wives became my close friend. They lived miles away, but she brought food if I were sick, she would call to make sure everything was okay. She is moving to Dallas area, but I know we will still stay in touch as she was a helping hand neighbor in her heart.
I live out there by myself now. My son is my neighbor. He is a wonderful person. Sees to many of my needs. When he was growing up he was part of the "good neighbor" helping hands in the Katrina and Rita clean up. The Hero and my oldest son participated in that. They were happy to travel hundreds of miles to help others who were overwhelmed by the hurricane damage.
My daughter did live here but she moved away because she needed to become her own person. She has always been a person who wants to help other people. I will miss her and her children.
I do have a couple down the way who visits as I drive down the road. Our dog escorts them as they go on walks. They are friends and I know they will watch out for our farm if we are away. My son hit their dog when it ran into his car. He offered to pay for the vet bills for its recovery. They were grateful he was caring but did not require his money.
I have moved into an new mode of good neighbors now. I have my blog neighbors who drop by and comment, uplift and encourage. I have missionary neighbors who are states away who "drop by and visit" by Skype.
I guess my definition of neighbor is closer to Christ's admonition to "love thy neighbor". One who looks to others needs and reaches out to uplift, assist, and comfort. I have been blessed in my life with many of these good neighbors, and strive to meet the challenge of being one my self.
I have lived a life on the fringes of town. There never were children around to play with.
When I lived in Pawnee, we lived in the country, but I remember there was a wonderful black man who came and comforted me while my mom was getting help for the out of control fire. You can read about that here.
He didn't live next door, but he saw a small crying girl and reached out to comfort her.
When we went through the tornado, I remember driving around with my dad to check on all the other farmers in the area before we made it to my aunt's making sure no one was hurt. Tornado story.
This was my life pretty much.
The Hero and I moved to the country miles from the city. We had some neighbors, unfortunately when my dad had his heart attack he said some hurtful things that did not help with relations. There were some that we still would watch their land if they were away and vice versa.
My neighbors during the ordeal of the Hero's bout with cancer were actually cities away. I had a friend who would call with a joke daily to uplift our spirits, if I were low she would cry with me. My cousin would call from another state to do the same. We had home teachers and old home teachers who would come to what ever hospital or town we were in and visit, bless, and uplift during our time of need. One of the home teacher's wives became my close friend. They lived miles away, but she brought food if I were sick, she would call to make sure everything was okay. She is moving to Dallas area, but I know we will still stay in touch as she was a helping hand neighbor in her heart.
I live out there by myself now. My son is my neighbor. He is a wonderful person. Sees to many of my needs. When he was growing up he was part of the "good neighbor" helping hands in the Katrina and Rita clean up. The Hero and my oldest son participated in that. They were happy to travel hundreds of miles to help others who were overwhelmed by the hurricane damage.
My daughter did live here but she moved away because she needed to become her own person. She has always been a person who wants to help other people. I will miss her and her children.
I do have a couple down the way who visits as I drive down the road. Our dog escorts them as they go on walks. They are friends and I know they will watch out for our farm if we are away. My son hit their dog when it ran into his car. He offered to pay for the vet bills for its recovery. They were grateful he was caring but did not require his money.
I have moved into an new mode of good neighbors now. I have my blog neighbors who drop by and comment, uplift and encourage. I have missionary neighbors who are states away who "drop by and visit" by Skype.
I guess my definition of neighbor is closer to Christ's admonition to "love thy neighbor". One who looks to others needs and reaches out to uplift, assist, and comfort. I have been blessed in my life with many of these good neighbors, and strive to meet the challenge of being one my self.
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