Growing up, I was always amazed that my dad knew someone, who knew someone, who could handle any problem that arose. That man had contacts I never knew existed! He knew them from school, the country club, his service organization, and the bar he owned. If you needed framing done, he knew someone. If you needed jewelry, he knew someone. If you needed wine imported, he knew someone. You get the picture.
I didn't realize how wide my neighborhood had become until yesterday. Without going into specific details, the hubby and I had some issues arise that required specific, well-informed feedback, that would set us on the right path. I sent two emails. Two. And within minutes of sending these, I had the responses I needed. Both began with the same message...stop...breathe. Two dear women, one a personal friend, and the other a professional colleague, jumped in and immediately offered all they had to give. CT and LD, you are AMAZING! I cannot thank you for all you did!
But that wasn't all. I posted on Facebook that I was having a craptacular day. Friends came out of everywhere to offer hugs, support, humor, a shoulder, whatever I needed. I was so touched! Who am I to have people respond so kindly?
It hit me today, this neighborhood thing. I've been building my neighborhood person by person. I've kept the important people and weeded out the harmful ones. Through Facebook, email, and face-to-face contact, I've surrounded myself with the most loving, caring, encouraging friends a person could ask for. I hope these people know that the feelings are reciprocated. "Just call out my name, and you know wherever I am, I'll come running...."
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