Kindness Opens Doors

I see you every once in awhile while I'm out working in my front yard. You stand with your walker in the front door peering out. I wave and you stare at me. I know we haven't met (yet), however I'm looking out for you. You're housebound, but a visitor comes check on you once each day. Late at night however, before I head to bed, I notice your front door wide open, so I slip on over and quietly close it so you'll be safe through the night.

Finally, after a year we make contact. Your paper is laying in the middle of the yard and you can't get it, so you open your door and beckon me to bring the newspaper to you. I do and you're grateful.

Now when I go home at lunch, sometimes I see your inside door open and the paper in the yard. I pick up the paper and peek in your front screen door. You're sitting on your walker in front of the TV. You notice me and wave me in. I hand you your paper, wish you a good day and I'm on my way.

A door between us has finally opened.