My faith in the general goodness of people has been re-established...

Yesterday when I got home something was wrong. I stood in my driveway for a moment before I realized what it was...my overgrown MESS of a yard was mowed. As in...sticks all picked up and gone, grass mowed. It was quite a mystery...I certainly hadn't mowed it, and no one in my family admitted to it. Then today I was talking to my neighbor and she said "So...Whitey mowed your yard!" I, of course, had no clue who Whitey might be. Well, evidently, Whitey is the elderly gentleman who lives two houses down. He and I have never really talked...aside from the occaisional "good morning" as I'm walking Max and he's on the porch smoking. I guess what had happened was that Whitey had been talking to my neighbors and asking them questions about me, and it had come up that my fiance is in the military and is deployed right now. And Whitey, being an old veteran himself, decided that having Mat gone is probably rough on me (which it is) and that maybe he could help me out some by mowing my lawn for me. Which really...is probably one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. First of all, I absolutely LOATHE mowing the lawn. My lawn is a pain in the butt to mow. Secondly, I'm not really supposed to be mowing the lawn with my busted finger. And thirdly...when I do mow the lawn, I do a really crappy job at it. Right now, it looks great. It's not very often that someone goes that far out of their way to help someone they don't really know...it really did make my day.