Times change and that fact can be tough to deal with.
Take neighbors for instance. In today’s world, we often don’t know the names of our neighbors. We see them, but we don’t really know them. It’s as if a mental wall has been placed around our home. Often we simply don’t want to let people into our inner circle.
There was a time, thankfully, this was not the case when it came to our neighbors. For me, growing up in “small town America” (as I like to refer to my home of Monticello), being a neighbor actually meant something. It meant being a friend. It meant being there when your neighbor needed something. It meant something not only to be called “neighbor,” but to be called a good one.
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