Kevin and I usually drive in to work together, but he had to leave early today. Since our garage can only fit 2 cars if one is in front of the other, he very sweetly offered to pull my car out for me so I wouldn't have to go out, do it myself, and then come back in and finish getting ready.
Well, I had left my keys in the car the night before, and he locked them in when he left. My parents-in-law live close by so I called them, but all of their cars were in use.
At this point, I was panicking because I was leaving a little late as it was. It was also past the time the I could call a substitute teacher to come in for me.
I decided to go across the street and ask our neighbors, a couple about twenty years older than us who we've only hung out with once or twice, if they could help me. I rang the bell and woke up Ginny (this was 6:45 a.m.) who immediately offered:
- to drive me to work
- to let me use her car
- to give me a sweater because she was worried I would be too cold.
So my wonderful Indiana neighbors let me, a person they barely know, use their car all day.
It just hit me as I drove (very carefully) to work that sometimes the people who live close to you are the only ones who can help you out of some binds. From now on, wherever I move, I will introduce myself to my neighbors.
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