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{May 17, 2011}   being neighborly

You can pick your friends but you can’t pick your family and you certainly have very little, if any,  control on picking your neighbors.

When we moved from our house to our new community we moved so suddenly that we didn’t move into a house, we moved into an apartment…to get a feel for the community and where we wanted to be, and all of the overthinking that happens when you are over educated.

I hadn’t lived in an apartment in years, and the one I did live in was a restored 2nd floor apartment in a very large and very old Victorian house. This second apartment we moved in to was on the ground floor and after the first week of kids looking in our open windows and saying “Yep, they are in there…” or “look, she’s taking a nap.” We buttoned up that apartment tighter than a submarine. Windows shut, shades pulled, curtains drawn.

I’m not a big fan of apartment living but town homes I like a little more and that’s what my sister lives in, 50 glorious steps from the beach. She had just showered and heard a tapping sound. Didn’t think much of it, but then thought, maybe she better check on her 94 year old neighbor. Throwing on some shorts and a t-shirt, she headed next door, tapping lightly on the screen door and then walking in.

There she found her neighbor lying on the floor disconnected from her oxygen mask, hitting the closet door against the wall that abutted my sister’s town home in an effort to  signal for help. She immediately reconnected her oxygen and made all the necessary emergency calls.

Her neighbor had told her…”this is it…” My sister steadfastly said…”not yet…not now…not while I’m here…”

We don’t need to be Mrs. Kravitz by any means, but we do need to be aware and take care of each other. It could be the difference in life and death.


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