On my way to J’s school, there’s a tree whose branches hang down low over the sidewalk. I always have to duck, while pushing R in the stroller, to make it past the tree.
The other day, a man was standing in his driveway, resting after trimming his bushes. We said hi. This is the full extent of our relationship. I know nothing about him other than where he lives.
On my way home from school, the man was still standing there and watched me as I walked freely under the tree. It took me a few moments to realize that I no longer needed to duck under the branches. He had trimmed the tree.
How very nice of him. There were no demands, no complaints, no home association rules. Just a man willing to show kindness to a total stranger.
It wasn’t until a few days later that I noticed the rest of the story. The tree wasn’t on his property. It belongs to his neighbor. Hmmmm . . . neighborly kindess . . . going the extra mile . . . I guess it just depends on who you ask.
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