I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers.
I live alone in an old house in an old community. I moved here 5 years ago. Most out here have lived here their whole lives. I am for sure the "City Girl". I have found that the people around me are good people.
Some examples:
- My dad found me a beat up old pickup that needed some work. The first time I tried to drive it I backed it up out of the driveway and it died. Diagonally across the road. Dead as a doornail. Sigh. While I was sitting there pondering what to do a pickup pulled up and a kindly white headed man leaned out the window. "Do you need some help?" Yes, sir. More than you will ever know. He and his wife (who I affectionately now call Ma and Pa) got out, helped me push the truck back into my driveway and then he poked around under the hood until he had magically fixed whatever had wiggled loose. They were so sweet and kind. Since then they stop by every so often to make sure that I am okay. I adore them.
- A huge dead tree fell across my driveway a few years back. Thankfully I had parked back by the chicken coops that day or I would have been stuck. I once again pondered the giant tree and decided to just go to work and deal with it later. When I got home some neighbor had drug the tree to the side of the drive so I could get through. A week or so later a bunch of men in the local Ruritan Club came by with chainsaws and cut that sucker up.
- When the tornado blew through the community and took a bunch of shingles off my roof at least half a dozen cars stopped by to make sure I was okay. Thankfully my insurance company was on the ball and sent someone out pronto. It was sweet though that they came to check on me.
- When I first started building the chicken coops I had any number of old men stop by to make sure I was doing it right.
One of them (Mr. Bill) still stops by about once a month to make sure all is well. I went through a short period of time when my schedule at work changed and I was keeping different hours. He got worried when he didn't see my car at home when it should have been. He was practically stalking the place until he finally found me at home. I almost got my ears blown back for that one.
The list could go on and on. When the real world gets oppressive all I have to do is come home to be comforted that there is still kindness out there. It's one of the reasons I don't want to move. I'm not sure I could ever find a community like this one.