Thankful for Neighbors

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I don't live in the nicest of neighborhoods. Our home is nice as are a couple that are around us. We live out in the country (which I love), but when first turning onto our road, there are trashy homes and drug addicts and drunks. I hate that part of our neighborhood and often entertain the idea of selling our home and buying somewhere else. Recently, though, I saw a facebook post by a friend who has nightmare neighbors. Her 2 dogs escaped once. She had them back in the pen within 5 minutes, but her neighbors still called the police and the humane society on her. Last summer, their lawn mower tore up and it took them a couple of weeks to get it fixed. The neighbors caused them much trouble because their grass was higher than usual. This makes me thankful for my neighbors. My dogs escape all the time and my neighbors just call me to let me know. We take each other eggs and food from our chickens and gardens. We help each other out with cutting grass and check on each other when one is sick or injured. The grass is not always greener on the other side. I think I will be content instead of wishing to be somewhere else.