It was supposed to be the storm of the decade and it lived up to it's namesake.

Every house on our street was knee deep in snow and we live on a hill so no one could go anywhere.

As I'm having my coffee, thinking about what I'm going to do indoors with the kiddos, and looking out the window, I see a man on my porch. My neighbor is shoveling my the steps and the walkway clear of snow ... and laying down salt! T

hen I see a few other men from the neighborhood shoveling the sidewalks and driveways of our elderly neighbors.

My heart swells.

These guys are taking their morning to make sure their neighbors are okay and that they can safely walk to and from their cars. I am so fortunate and feel like I've won the neighbor lottery.

Twenty-seven years later, they are still the best neighbors anyone could ask for - rain [snow] or shine.