A storm raged all Christmas day except for one hour when the
clouds parted and the sun came out.
As we looked out on the fallen snow we watched our neighbours
shovel their driveway, we stepped outside to say Merry Christmas and enjoy
the sunshine.
Later we bundled up and prepared to walk to our
daughter's, it was then that we noticed our neighbour she was
shoveling our driveway.
We walked outside in the fading sunshine and greeted our new
neighbour, she smiled and said she was enjoying the physical activity and the
sunshine.
We in turned offered her some of our Christmas treats and
walked away.
We received a most fragile and precious of gifts, belonging.
Belonging to not just a family, to a neighbourhood.
Understanding that friendship, companionship and assistance
resided just outside our front door.
Too many of us live for years beside people we will never
know, who we make no effort to know and we included ourselves in that group
right up to today.
There is a thrill in belonging to the place that you live.
In having a community to belong too.
Grandma Snyder
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