I shall tell you a story!
As you may know, I love smashing snow! I love smashing snow so much that I go out and smash snow for other people. I don't even charge them money. It all started because I'd go top the tank off and, on my way into the village, I'd plow out driveways for the old people along my route.
This grew. Eventually, I plowed out the Grange Hall and a church parking lot.
This grew. Eventually, I bought a sander and I'd sand where it needed sanding.
I'd also carry a shovel and do path's to their house and to their propane tanks. Yada yada yada... Basically, I smashed a lot of snow that didn't belong to me - and people were pretty happy with that.
As you know, I've now smashed my femur.
I can still drive the plow truck, but I can't shovel, use a snowblower, or use a snow scoop. I have one usable leg! That limits my activities.
They've now left, but a bunch of people came with various implements of snow smashing and completely shoveled off my porch, shoveled my paths, and put salt down on my stairs and ramp. They did this without my asking them to. They did this knowing full well that there are two hoodlums who can do it. They did this without expecting remuneration.
Even though they expected nothing in return, I made them delicious cocoa. A few of the snow-smashers were younger, adolescents really, and told me that they'd return when the snow was right. When they return, they'll build me a snowman.
Anyhow, that's the kind of people there are in my neighborhood. That's what it's like in a rather rural area of Maine. There's a slogan that Wilton, Maine uses. I like it, but I'll swap out "Wilton" for "Maine." The slogan is: "Welcome to Maine. A good place to work, live, and play."
I figured I'd share today's positive experience with you. There's still good people out there and they are awesome.
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