Do I have great neighbors or what?

Late this morning, as I sat working at my computer, the phone rang.

It was my neighbor. Now that always scares me a little - when he calls,my first thought is "What's wrong?" He drives his 4-wheeler down here every evening to chat, so isn't in the habit of telephoning unless he needs help - right now.

But nothing was wrong. His wife suffers from Alzheimers' and has in-home help - a lady who comes to bathe her, help her exercise, etc. And this morning, when the helper arrived, she told my neighbor that there was some mail laying on the ground beside our mailbox.

He went straight to the phone to call and let me know.

It was just junk - some ad inserts that had fallen out of a magazine - but how wonderful was it that she told him and he called us? It could have been something important - and by the time one of us walked back out to the road, the wind might have taken it away.

Good neighbors are truly a blessing, and I'm thankful every day that ours are the best of the best.