Warmth on a cold morning

We all have days where we question the good in man/woman-kind. Some days more than others, depending on what the nightly news thrusts into our living rooms. I try to believe that there's more good out there than bad, and this little bit from my MIL reaffirms it.

She lives in town of 5000+ in the heart of the Midwest. A place where folks say "come with" and "doncha know", and the Friday night fish fry is a major happening. Still, it's grown to the point where most don't know as many neighbors and townsfolk as they'd like. Outsiders moving in and new homes popping up out in the hills past the new Stuff-Mart.

Saturday morning finds her outside, shoveling 17 inches of the white stuff that had blown through the night before. At 75, she still mows her own yard and keeps up with house repair, so we weren't surprised she'd been out there. About an hour into it, two men pull up in front of her house in a pick-up truck with a snow blower in back. They asked if they could take care of her walk/driveway and she said yes, fully expecting to pay them for their work.

When they finished, she asked them the cost and they said no charge. Nothing. She tried again to convince them to accept something for their trouble and they refused. Told her that they were just going around town, helping people who needed it.

Just helping people who needed help. Imagine what our world would be like if that's the attitude we held in our hearts every day. It might just put those news anchors out of business.