​I opened my front door and lost my 18 LB giant Mt. Yorkie out the front door. He ran down the street and I could not keep up with him. Neighbors and friends were outside but did not notice what was going on. I finally got to the end of the street. Instead of asking people I knew to help me, something stopped me. And I turned and walked back up the street past the neighbors I knew would be glad to help me.


I walked up to a new neighbor I had never met. He was working on his car, and he was imposing. He had unfriendly, unwelcoming signs all over his yard, but in front of all the people now watching this going on, I said excuse me to the stranger.  "Could you help me?"  He jumped up and said "of course" and helped me round up my dog. By then I was quite tired. He asked me if he could carry my dog home for me, and I handed him my dog. We introduced ourselves to each other and had a very friendly talk as he carried my dog home for me. He was so nice and polite. I still remember his name…Mike.


Sometimes if we just look, we can see past what makes us uncomfortable and find goodness and Kindness. You never know; maybe he didn't feel welcome before that. Maybe I was the first person he met in our neighborhood. I don't know. 

~ Lynn