It's No Big Deal |
November 8, 2016
Ruth Langley |
A couple of months after my husband Rick died, there was a knock on my front door. My neighbor Mike was standing there with two spray canisters. He said to me, "I'm spraying weeds and for bugs, unlock your gates, you're next." Mike's wife died last April. Like him, she was a good person also. Mike didn't know I had been trying to figure out for the past couple of days, how I was going to be able to have the yard sprayed for bugs. After all it was getting to be that time of year when it seems the bugs come out and are all over the place. Mike doesn't like to be thanked. He doesn't think what he does is a big deal. To me it sure was, and is, as he is still helping me. Two weeks ago, I came home and there was a whole bunch of dirt and weeds at the bottom of my driveway, and I knew the wind hadn't been blowing that hard. As I got a bit closer, down the driveway comes Mike with his weed blower! I realized he was busy cleaning out the pesky weeds for me! Mike thinks what he does is just trivial stuff. However there are times I wonder how I can handle all that needs doing and then suddenly there he is, handling everything I was worrying about. He has helped me so very much. About three months ago, Mike showed up at my door with a little dish of shrimp with tomatoes and a little baggie of scooper corn chips. "Just a snack," he said. It was yummy! He keeps an eye on my house, and I know he's keeping an eye on me. He's like my guardian earth angel.
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