Who is my neighbor?
The guy at Home Depot who helped me load my car with mulch..twice.. yesterday.
This deeply tanned, older fellow with an entire row of missing, front teeth who worked so hard to find me the driest bags – without holes – so my car wouldn’t get dirty.
This sweet, rugged man who loaded the back, closed the hatch and then carefully wiped the dirt off my car’s bumper.
A complete stranger performing his job with extra care and attention..
as if we were neighbors.
And maybe yesterday