The truth is I have had a lot of good neighbors over the years. It was my elderly neighbor who became my Godfather when I was just a boy. It was our neighbors who first came to our aid when my childhood home later burned down in the middle of the night. When I was in high school it was our neighbor who gave me a ride to school every single morning.
After moving in here I felt blessed to have first my Grandma and later my Dad as neighbors. It felt so wonderful as well to live in a neighborhood full of such giving and caring people. Over the years we have shared newspapers and helped each other with yard work. In the Winter we have pushed each otherís cars out of the snow and shoveled each otherís drives. It was my neighbors who helped me fix my wiring when I lost electricity and put in a new waterline when my old one broke. It was the neighborhood children that my own kids spent hours riding bikes with on all those sunny, summer afternoons years ago. I am sure then that any new neighbors I get will be nice ones too. The ones who recently moved in next door have already brightened our days with their warmth, kindness, and joy. They reminded me again that good neighbors make good neighbors and that loving hearts make happy neighborhoods.
One of the two greatest commandments God gave us was that we should: "Love our neighbor as ourselves." Perhaps one day everyone will follow it and we will turn this whole world into Godís neighborhood: full of love, full of joy, full of light, and full of togetherness.