My husband is a retired
Philadelphia Fireman/Paramedic; served thirty-four years and loved every minute.
We moved to Audubon, New Jersey after he retired. While living in South
Philadelphia, we would often get knocks on our door during all times of the day
and night. Neighbors knew he was a paramedic and would seek his help if one of
the younger neighbors overdosed or if someone was having chest pains. Things
haven’t changed that much since moving to New Jersey.
Our neighbors here have also called
on Dan for help whenever they needed help, be it lifting a fallen spouse or in
the case of another neighbor; finding their spouse unresponsive. Dan has the
aura about him that lets people feel comfortable when in trouble.
A few years back, I was worried
about my husband using a shovel to dig out from under a particularly heavy
snowstorm back in 2009. I bought him a large snow blower so he wouldn’t kill
himself shoveling. Funny thing happened. As soon as I bought the snow blower,
we stopped getting snowstorms. Oh sure, we had snow, but nothing like we’ve had
so far this year.
This year was different. Too much
snow and no breaks in between. We have a few neighbors that are unable to
shovel this snow due to a litany of health reasons. Every time we’re hit with
another storm, my husband gets out the snow blower, and after doing our house,
does our neighbors houses too.
Today we got hit hard and sure
enough, my husband was out there with the snow blower. The neighbors are happy
and so is my husband; he likes helping.
Me…I’m ready to move south of the
border. I’m not a snow bunny.
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