A giant limb fell out of the tree in my front yard. There was no apparent reason for this limb to fall , no wind, no rain, no lighting (just an old tree losing a limb). Luckily it didn’t hit anything. It was a Saturday night and Catherine and I were watching a movie. I thought it could wait until the next day. As I walked out of my house on Sunday morning my neighbor came across the street offering to use his chainsaw and chop it up for me. “Awesome!” When I got home from church I found the limb in smaller pieces. I didn’t have time then to do anything with it right then, but I thought Monday might be better. On Monday morning as I was leaving for work, another neighbor said, “I would be happy to use my clippers and trim that tree up a bit more and put the small branches in our other (3rd) neighbor’s extra trash bin.” “Awesome!” was my natural response. When I got home from work I found the trash bin full of branches and the limb reduced to a few logs and larger branches. Finally, it was my turn to get rid of what was left.
There is a lot I could say about neighboring from this experience. First and foremost, I’m super grateful for my neighbors (three different households) helping with this limb. Second, it goes against-the-grain to accept help, but honestly, I needed it. And finally, when something like this happens I see it as a snapshot of the world I want to live in. How lucky I am to have such great neighbors!