Over the weekend I was yakking over my back fence with my neighbour Sam. She lives next door with her husband and three daughters. Very nice people. After I chatted with her, I realized how lucky we are to have the neighbours we do.
One of the TV shows I love to watch is all about bad neighbours called “Fear Thy Neighbour.” This show documents what can go wrong if neighbours don’t get along and let me tell you, in some cases, it ain’t pretty. People have set their neighbour’s houses on fire, destroyed expensive landscaping and in more than one case, have even shot their neighbour dead. I sure am glad I don’t live in a neighbourhood like that.
Most of us on the block know each other, and while we might not hang out together, we know we could always knock on a door if we needed some help with something.
It was another “across the street” neighbour that rang my doorbell at 1:30 in the morning a couple of years ago when some drunk lady plowed into our two vehicles parked in front of the house. He stood out on the street with me and the cops until everything was done and I headed into work. He didn’t have to do that. That was a pretty neighbourly thing to do. Our whole block is like that!
Good morning to my wonderful neighbours! You know who you are. You make life in our area enjoyable.
Here’s hoping we never get profiled on “Fear Thy Neighbour.”