Papa K

Saturday is that day where I am on the road driving to every point of the city in record time. Today it poured rain and as I was pulling away for my third round of drop off/pick up, my neighbor, in his rain gear, was on a ladder fixing my ease troughs. Water has been flowing like a river off that corner for over a year and I have a mental note to fix it, or just simply get it on the long list of " to do's". The water doesn't effect his property, would never flood his basement and quite frankly I am completely shocked that he even noticed. But he felt the need to fix it. My village is taking care of me. There are all kinds of saying's "what comes around goes around" or "you get what you give". These neighbors who are really more like family than friends are always giving and not complaining. I am not the picture perfect neighbor. My yard is a gypsy camp littered with bikes and garbage. Four girls, no fence and a dog named Kaos they could make my world difficult, but they don't. It was just kindness what Papa K did for us today. Just so he knows, that he made a difference in the world today. How many people can say that?