"Thank you so much," I said, my voice muffled by my scarf, winter hat, and hood. "I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this."
"No problem. It feels good to help someone else," my neighbor responded.
On Thursday we were pounded with over six inches of heavy snow. As a single mom on a night when my kids were at their dad's house, the amount of snow that I needed to clear away was daunting. I had been working on shoveling my driveway. At that point I had been shoveling and sweating for forty-five minutes, and I was only about 1/3 of the way finished.
"Thank you. Thank you. You will save me so much time," I said.
He smiled, "I have had help from others at times, too. I am more than happy to help you out." He turned towards his blower.
My neighbor faced me.
"I must confess. I feel a little guilty. I have a snow blower that a friend gave me last winter. It's been sitting in my garage because I am not sure how to use it. I am intimidated by mixing the oil and how to get it started. My friend mentioned that I can get a special kind of extension chord to make it easier to use. Seriously, I meant to try to get it figured out soon, but it just hasn't happened yet. I don't want to take advantage of your kindness." I looked sheepishly at my neighbor that I had only met once before.
My neighbor smiled again. "Ah! I can help you figure that out some time. Just ask."
"That would be great."
He continued with his snow blower and finished clearing out my snowy sidewalks and apron. His thick mitten waved as he ventured back home.
My heart warmed with gratitude. Once again, I am humbled at how kind and generous people can be.