Love Thy Neighbor
Most people don't really know their neighbors, at least not in a city like Phoenix. It's too hot to play in the streets together, too much traffic, too many questionable neighborhoods. We keep to ourselves in our air conditioning and our own backyard pools. I, fortunately, am an exception to this rule. I know most of my neighbors, and their families have known my family for a generation or two. Several go to the same church, we have neighborhood parties on big holidays, and you always know someone with a spare key when you lock yourself out. I've tutored, taught, or babysat most of the kids on this block, and there's always someone to feed your pets when you're out of town, or someone willing to lend you an egg or some sugar. However, sometimes the best perks are the little things. The doorbell rang tonight as I was sitting around talking with my dad, and I opened the door to see my neighbor and her daughter standing there holding out a plate...