Ever wonder where those Norman Rockwell towns are today? Are they only in our memories? Why do we see them as the past?
They weren’t . . . Not everywhere anyway. Maybe there were some small towns, maybe before radio, T.V. and video games? Those Norman Rockwell paintings were of a utopian dream, of what could be . . .
Change can happen, but it’s going to take us . . . Change begins at home, inside each of us. Do you dream? Do you have dreams? Dreams spawn hope and hope is eternal . . . A carrot to look forward to . . .
Do you wave? Do you sit on your porch and talk to your neighbors as they walk by?
You don’t have a porch . . . Look around we don’t build them anymore. We are starting to walk again, for very different reasons, health. But do we talk to our neighbors? Do you know your neighbors? I didn’t not until I started walking to lose weight.
And I found friendship in the hearts of everyone that I passed . . . And I never judge my fellow man, at least I try not too. Yesterday, it rained on me . . . But it didn’t stop me. I passed a neighbor raking leaves. She was a little thing, at least ten years younger than me. She was making a pile by the curb. I told her she shouldn’t be working in the rain. She said she wouldn’t melt. On the drive sat her, four wheeled walker. My neighbor, she has MS.
Three houses down lives a very friendly man. He waves every time I see him. Lately he’s been stopping to chat. He is over weight like me, he needs a hip replacement. On the corner lives Charley, we take turns helping the elder gents across the street . . . And when it snows, I take my snow blower up the street and do their driveways.
Over on the other side of my neighborhood, a man sits nightly watching the sunset. He always waves to me as I walk by . . . Last year my son, slid off the road into his tree. My son told him of his fight with CANCER and he listened intently. Then he told my boy, his daughter was a Survivor . . .
And Diesel comes out to speak with me . . . And every day he’s out we share words . . . Diesel is my friend, he’s a pit bull. Once he was out walking with his owner and ran up to me. His owner said don’t be afraid . . . I said, we’re friends . . . Diesel came up and gave me a big sloppy kiss.
And as I walk, I watch for things out of ordinary . . . Call it an odd sort of security, but if I see a need, I’ll act for neighborhood, I love. Norman Rockwell he lives in our hearts, we just have to let him out. Dreams are yours to share.
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