That's something I always loved about our area.
Years ago when I was 17, Our home burned down to the ground. We lost everything and I didn't even have shoes to wear.
The town came together and helped us while we had nothing until the Insurance did their paper work.
I remember going into Johnsons Store
(when it was on Main Street)
...... wearing a pair of my neighbors rubber boots and the owner said,
"Pick what ever you want my dear. I looked at my mom and wanted adidas
(my house burned in Feb so all my christmas clothes I asked for were gone.) So I felt funny asking for a good pair of shoes.
But the owner said, "You like those, they are YOURS.
He touched my moms shoulder and said, it's only shoes and soon it will be okay.
She smiled and since she knew him and his family growing up it was even sweetier of them to do such a kind hearted thing.
It was hard having nothing all at once.
I have a better understanding of what fire and loss can mean to a person.
People become a custom to their surroundings, and when what is safe and content is taken it mental hurts your mind.
I loved this post!
Even thou it stirs up tears.
Thanks for sharing and reminding us of how rich we are for such a poor area.
