So Saturday I was grumbling and getting ready to clear heavy snow. Not deep snow, but weighty. Snow comes down fluffy when we’re lucky but dense when we are not (although the dense stuff is important to watering the earth so there’s that.)
Anyway I got home from an errand to see this:
“Well big deal,” you say, “it’s a sidewalk.”
Yes, but it’s a clear sidewalk.
See the law here is that you have 48 hours after a snowfall of 2 inches or more to clear the sidewalk in front of your property. Which means the clock was ticking on a precious day off and I was going to have to spend it out in the cold pushing snow here and there.
Except that a neighbor cleared my sidewalk. He was out clearing his and just kept on going to clear mine.
Folks, I need to tell you that seemingly small things like this loom very large in caregivers’ lives. Now, instead of pushing snow on my day off, I’m reading a novel and watching football and going to have a leisurely dinner with my wife.
Yes, we would all like to inherit the proverbial million dollars or be otherwise over-the-top-blessed. But for caregivers, let’s be clear, a chore taken over by some other person feels like that million bucks. It is respite and refreshment.
If you know caregivers, you don’t need to do their most Herculean tasks to be a hero to them. Just knock out some stupid little annoying chore, and flex. You’ll be admired and appreciated beyond what you can imagine.