Shortly after I moved into the neighborhood where I currently live, I made it a point to get to know my neighbors. I didn’t wait for anyone to come over with a welcome cake or some collard greens. As I learned from my own parents, knowing your neighbors is a good thing because you never know when you’re going to need help.
Last week, I needed help so I cashed in one of those “good neighbor” chips to my next door neighbor and fellow baby boomer Kathy.
For those of you who’ve ever had food poisoning, you know how terrible it can be. Needless to say, I was miserable and on top of that, I was very weak. I called Kathy and asked her for some crackers. In less than two minutes, she was at my door with my request. She had even volunteered to make me some soup.
Now, let’s just say I didn’t know Kathy but decided to call her anyway. The conversation would’ve gone something like this:
Bev: "Hello, Kathy?"
Kathy: "Yes, who is this?"
Bev: "Kathy, this is your next door neighbor Beverly."
Kathy: "OK, which house do you live in?"
Bev: "I’m in the yellow house."
Kathy: "Oh, OK. I'm surprised you have my number. What can I do for you?"
Bev: "Kathy, would you by chance have any crackers. I need something to put on my stomach with my soup."
Kathy: "No, I don’t have any crackers. All I have are Wheat Thins."
Bev: "Oh, OK (inaudible) I’ll take those."
Kathy: "Sorry I couldn’t help you. Hope you feel better." (hangs up)
Believe it or not, there are still many communities where people haven’t taken the time to get to know each other. I’m just thankful I don’t live in one of them.