When I was a child, my family lived in Salt Lake City, Utah. Salt Lake gets a lot of snow and everyone is responsible for removing their own.
Our next door neighbors were an elderly couple–the Hedins. By elderly, I want to make clear that they were both in their 90s when we moved in.
And yet, when it snowed, if we weren’t fast enough, Mr. Hedin would be out there shoveling our snow.
My parents did the only thing they could in the situation–make sure to get up earlier to shovel the Hedin’s snow. I mean, who