During the last week of March, my wife and I had the privilege to be in Summerfield for a few days. Our son-in-law was traveling for work. Our daughter needed an extra set of hands in helping out with the grandkids.
From the day we arrived until our departure, we were busy. No matter if it was chauffeuring to an activity or completing a chore, it seemed like the checklists never ended.
Late on Tuesday afternoon, I was finishing some yard work. Our daughter had reminded me that the trash and recycling bins needed to be out early on Wednesday morning.
I looked next door and noted that the elderly neighbor already had her bins out. As I looked closer, I saw on top of each bin, she had placed a sports energy drink. Those drinks were for the drivers of the collection trucks.
On Wednesday morning each driver made the stop and collected his drink. After the bins had been emptied, the drivers also responded as good neighbors. Each wheeled the respective bins back into a designated spot in the driveway.
In a divided America, where the dismantling of our country makes headlines everyday, I found hope in the kindness from the neighbor and the two drivers. No matter how weary the Washington decisions might make us feel, it is good to know that our hearts are still capable of being compassionate in assisting each other.
might be baloney 