The best thing about summer is that everyone walks at a more relaxed pace as they pass by my house. People stop and we have longer conversations than the perfunctory “how are you” that is given out in winter. The Muslim man who walks to Mosque tells me he could not possibly sleep through the time of the first of five daily prayers at 3:30 a.m. I admire his devotion and I enjoy learning about Islamic way of thinking about doing good deeds, not only towards those who are deserving, but also making a special effort of doing good to those who are “difficult.” I think maybe I should incorporate that way into my behaviour too. After all who am I to judge who is worthy? I inwardly thank the man for teaching me something.

It was also in the relaxing summer heat that I took the time to chat with a woman who picks bottles in our back alley. I had been saving my empties for her all winter but had never exchanged more than a few words. As I had a chance to interact with her, I learned that her husband was available to do odd jobs. So over the last three years they have repaired my stairs, my eavestroughs, and my balconies as well as done dozens of little jobs that would be a burden to me. What a blessing these people have been to me. Although part of the “under-housed” segment of our population, this man can fix anything that’s broken around here, is very inventive, and very conscientious about his work. People told me that I should only pay him and his wife when they had done work but their need for money and my need to have jobs done rarely coincided. So, we developed a pattern where I give them money when they need it and they help me out when I need it. That’s the way neighbours are.

In the nice weather it’s more pleasant to take the time to share what’s going on in our lives. Pretty soon some of your neighbours are going to knock on your door, looking to start a conversation for the Abundant Community Initiative. I hope you take the time to talk with them. I would never have found out how great my neighbours are if I hadn’t stopped to talk; I hope we can all take the time to get to know each other. You never know how amazing your neighbours are until you talk with them.

Manon is a resident of Boyle Street, a former member of the BSCL Board, and an active volunteer in the community.