The Neighborhood

On a Sunday morning in November the snow startedresting on my couch, I had time to reflect, and was
falling in my hometown of Kalamazoo, Michigan. Withfilled with a strong feeling of nostalgia. I was musing
our close proximity to Lake Michigan, we are also theabout how years ago neighbors used to always
beneficiaries of lake effect snow, which occurs whenwatch out for each other, bring casseroles when
arctic air forms over the Great Lakes, picking up heatsomeone was sick, and take turns watching each
and moisture and depositing a "bonus" amount ofother's children.
snow over our region.And then I realized that those days aren't gone. There
Within two days Lake Michigan graced us with aare still people helping out their neighbors, like my
record-breaking total of 24 inches of the whiteShoveling Angels did. However, sometimes now our
powdery stuff. My 11-year-old son had gone out early"neighbors" and friends are those we have met on the
that morning to shovel, but by nightfall there was noInternet, and there is some wonderful, miraculous help
sign that any dent had ever been made in the snow.being given via this online world. The neighborhoods
With my weak back, and my older daughter sick withmay have changed, but people's hearts have not. We
a cold, I decided that any more snow removal effortshave just created a neighborhood unrestricted by
could wait until morning. We were just finishing dinnersidewalks and street signs.
when my son Carman heard a noise outside andOur friends and "neighbors" live in all different parts of
opened the door to investigate. There at the bottom ofthis country and the world, and they do what neighbors
our steps, in the freezing cold, was our neighbor fromhave always done. Our inboxes have become our
across the street just finishing up from shoveling ourbackyard fence, and we share our lives and laughter
driveway, sidewalk and porch. I was barely done withwith each other, send our prayers, offer
my profuse thank you's to this young father whenencouragement, and provide a virtual shoulder to lean
another neighbor walked over and began shovelingon when needed. I've learned that love and friendship
snow out from behind my car.can come across a computer cable just as easily as
It's rare that I do any baking, but coincidentally this day Iacross a shaded street. I am blessed and thankful for
had just happened to bake a batch of chocolate chipall my neighbors - the ones who live next door to me,
cookies. I quickly sent my son out with two bags full ofand the ones online who live next door in my heart.
cookies for my kindhearted neighbors. Later, while