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Mastercylinder's post a few days ago made me decide I had to share this story. Koru's post asking how we have been helped and Mont's post about saying thank you made me decide to do it now. I hope it doesn't come across too sappy. I guess when it comes down to it, I'm a pretty sappy guy though. Here goes.
I returned home from my evac point in Bastrop on Tuesday afternoon. It was a harrowing drive and all I wanted to do was get settled and try to relax before beginning school on Wednesday. I quickly got the cats settled and had a look at the large oak tree that had fallen on my fence.
My neighbor was sitting outside looking tired and said he'd get to it soon. I told him it was no hurry and I'd give him a hand. Lots of neighbors were outside cleaning up their yards, so I went down to say hello and came back to begin unpacking.
Suddenly, without my asking, they began walking over with chain saws. I was hurriedly trying to get settled as they went to work. They worked from each side of the fence as others joined in. Then everyone's wives and even children began hauling everything out. I wanted to take a picture of it, but I didn't want anyone to think I was being lazy while they worked.
They worked their TAILS OFF and before I knew it, they were walking away. I begged them to take a cold beer or soft drink and few even took me up. I thanked them, but it still doesn't feel like enough. Talk about a welcome home. The image of a little girl, carrying a log about 1/3 her size out to the street, will never exit my mind.
I have so much to be thankful for in my life. There's way too much to think of listing here. One thing I'd like everyone to know is that nobody has better neighbors than I do here on Angleton.
I've always felt that God had a plan in my life. Each triumph and tragedy led me in a direction that has shown me this plan exists. How was I to know when I bought this little house, that this quiet little street was a bastion of some of the best people I will ever know? I'll probably never be able to return the favors they have bestowed upon me in my few years here on this street. I won't mention them by name, but one if them is a 2cooler.
I wasn't unscathed by Ike. Y'all have seen pics of my camp, but some members here have lost everything. In the past few days I've experienced depression at times. The one thing that has always helped me out of a funk is that I begin to count my blessings. My neighbors are a blessing from God. I've said in other posts that He put us here to help each other and make the world a better place. They are living proof of the difference one gesture can make. Is a tree on a fence a disaster? Certainly not, but the help they offered took my mind off my other losses, reminded me that my losses are small in comparison to others, and also reminded me how much I have to be thankful for.
My neighbors have delivered for me in every time of need. Whether it was picking up my mail, mowing my lawn, fixing my trailer, fixing a mail box, and now cutting up a downed tree.
I'll do my best to pay forward these gestures of kindness and hopefully leave this world a better place than I found it.
Some of us may be in a funk over the tragedy we see all around us. If you find yourself in this frame of mind, begin to count your blessings. It's just plain good medicine for the soul. - Sandy
I returned home from my evac point in Bastrop on Tuesday afternoon. It was a harrowing drive and all I wanted to do was get settled and try to relax before beginning school on Wednesday. I quickly got the cats settled and had a look at the large oak tree that had fallen on my fence.
My neighbor was sitting outside looking tired and said he'd get to it soon. I told him it was no hurry and I'd give him a hand. Lots of neighbors were outside cleaning up their yards, so I went down to say hello and came back to begin unpacking.
Suddenly, without my asking, they began walking over with chain saws. I was hurriedly trying to get settled as they went to work. They worked from each side of the fence as others joined in. Then everyone's wives and even children began hauling everything out. I wanted to take a picture of it, but I didn't want anyone to think I was being lazy while they worked.
They worked their TAILS OFF and before I knew it, they were walking away. I begged them to take a cold beer or soft drink and few even took me up. I thanked them, but it still doesn't feel like enough. Talk about a welcome home. The image of a little girl, carrying a log about 1/3 her size out to the street, will never exit my mind.
I have so much to be thankful for in my life. There's way too much to think of listing here. One thing I'd like everyone to know is that nobody has better neighbors than I do here on Angleton.
I've always felt that God had a plan in my life. Each triumph and tragedy led me in a direction that has shown me this plan exists. How was I to know when I bought this little house, that this quiet little street was a bastion of some of the best people I will ever know? I'll probably never be able to return the favors they have bestowed upon me in my few years here on this street. I won't mention them by name, but one if them is a 2cooler.
I wasn't unscathed by Ike. Y'all have seen pics of my camp, but some members here have lost everything. In the past few days I've experienced depression at times. The one thing that has always helped me out of a funk is that I begin to count my blessings. My neighbors are a blessing from God. I've said in other posts that He put us here to help each other and make the world a better place. They are living proof of the difference one gesture can make. Is a tree on a fence a disaster? Certainly not, but the help they offered took my mind off my other losses, reminded me that my losses are small in comparison to others, and also reminded me how much I have to be thankful for.
My neighbors have delivered for me in every time of need. Whether it was picking up my mail, mowing my lawn, fixing my trailer, fixing a mail box, and now cutting up a downed tree.
I'll do my best to pay forward these gestures of kindness and hopefully leave this world a better place than I found it.
Some of us may be in a funk over the tragedy we see all around us. If you find yourself in this frame of mind, begin to count your blessings. It's just plain good medicine for the soul. - Sandy
