Neighbors, that's why

This afternoon I bopped on down to the firing range for a few minutes to test this bit of work out. On the way out the door, I saw my neighbor at work on his home. On a ladder, he's working on some siding. The man just never stops.....
As we neighbors do, I stopped a few minutes to pass the time and commiserate on growing old... blah blah.

Arriving back home a short while later, I see the ladder skewed at an angle and no neighbor in sight.

Oh. Crap.

I take a trot next door... look in his garage.... look in his house.... and finally find him sitting behind the house yacking on a cell phone.

"Richard, you Ok?" I ask.
"Yup, why?" he says.
"Your ladder out front fell over and slid sideways on the wall" I say.
"Oh. Thanks Carteach! I'm fine" he says.

Notice he didn't ask why I was over there, or what matters if a ladder is sideways, or anything else. He understood why I was there and what I was worried about.

He would have been looking for me if he saw my ladder sitting sideways on the front of our house too.

That's what neighbors do... they look out for each other.

I like living here.