all together

Back in my twenties, I was living in Minneapolis, where, as you may have heard, it snows a lot in the winter.

If you haven’t lived in an area that gets a lot of snow, you may not be aware of one annoying aspect of it: shoveling out your car.

I was sharing an apartment with the best roommate I ever had, Joanne, and even though it was a two-bedroom, we had one garage space for the unit. That meant we alternated who got covered parking week by week, and if it snowed the week you had custody, it was a mixed blessing. You didn’t have to brush and scrape the snow and ice off your car, but you did shovel after snowfall.

Shoveling isn’t easy. It takes longer than you think it should, and snow is heavy. So when I headed out one morning after a six-inch snowfall the night before (which, with drifts, is a lot of shoveling), knowing what lay ahead of me, I wasn’t happy. In addition to facing the shoveling itself, I was dressed for work, which at that time meant a skirt, and I knew snow would end up sliding down my boots and getting my feet wet and cold.

parent child handsI approached the garage stall, and was stunned to see someone had already done the job for me. But who?

Down the hall from our apartment lived a man, probably in his 50s, who worked for the Minnesota Vikings (NFL) team in some capacity. He had players over all the time, and I’m guessing he may have played at one time himself. Maybe he even was well-known, I have no idea. He was a nice guy, not in a weird, predatory way toward us young women, just genuinely kind.

He was walking out to his garage stall while I was standing there, staring at the cleared space in front of me. I knew he must have been the one to perform this kind deed.

“Did you…?” I asked him, pointing at my garage.

“Yes,” he replied with a smile.

“I can’t thank you enough. Really,” I said. “I mean, thank you.”

“We’re all in this together,” he laughed, and was on his way.

That has stayed with me. We’re all in this together. I try to implement that philosophy into my everyday interactions with others, even quoting him at times, which is often greeted with a little confusion on the part of others. Perhaps it sounds conspiratorial. It’s not. It’s a bond, an honorable one. We lend a helping hand, especially when doing so costs us less than its value to the other.

We’re all in this together.



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8 Replies to “all together”

  1. That’s a great story. I live in northern Canada, and I hear you about snow. My dad used to shovel it for the guy next door, because he was always at work. That man is grateful to this day, and the funny thing is, my dad mainly did it because he had just retired and was bored.

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  2. We have the only heavy-duty snow blower on the block and, when it warrants, we try to assist those completely without equipment and those with light-duty machines alike to dig them out. When we moved into the development ten years ago our next door neighbors had the honor (helping us too because in our first year we did not have a snow blower) but when they moved the next year not only did we wise up and get one…but got a larger one with helping others in mind as our neighbors before had done for us…and others like us. We felt like we had to step up and pay it forward.

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    1. It’s a bigger help than a lot of people realize. I’m sure you’ve heard the same stories in your area of men in their 40s & 50s who die of heart attacks while shoveling snow, all because they weren’t aware of heart problems and took on too much. Back problems, too, can be aggravated by shoveling…so what you’re doing is more than just a convenience.

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  3. Your point, “we are all in this together” is so poignant! It really ties in with the feelings which drove my writing today. And, by the way, thank you so very much for stopping by and leaving such a warm, caring comment.

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    1. Your post touched me, so thank YOU for writing so honestly. And thank you also for your comment. It’s amazing how something so small, or a comment we make perhaps without thinking too much about it, can have such a lasting effect.

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