We got back last night from our trek up north. (More on that later.) Arriving at our front door, cranky and droopy, we found a cheery card gracing our welcome mat. It was a Christmas card from Mike and Lee. Enclosed in it were two guest passes to the Midway Aircraft Carrier Museum, where Mike is a volunteer. Now I happen to know that he isn’t just given these. He works for them. As a matter of fact, he works 20 hours for each ticket. Since he is a once-a-week volunteer, I imagine it took him well over a month to earn these two tickets. And he chose to give them to us, saying in the card, “We’re glad you guys are our neighbors.”
For them, I made up a basket of my maple oatmeal scones. (They’re Mike’s favorite.) They’re good, but, well, they’re not THAT good. Knowing that Mike is on total disability, knowing that he often feels unwell, knowing the work hours he put in, we’re humbled by this gracious gift.
I truly believe we’re more blessed in knowing them than they are in knowing us.