When I came in from gardening, I took off my gloves and noticed a thorn in my finger. It was on the underside, right at the joint, and snagged on everything I touched. I could feel it, but I couldn’t see it. Of course, I turned to a couple of the best neighbors in the world.

I texted, “I think I have a visible thorn in my finger. Are you home? Will you have time to poke at it if I come to your porch? I could bring tweezers and a magnifying glass.”

Shawn replied, “We’ll come over. We were heading to the bank.”

She and Bob drove over and made siren sounds as they came up my steps. They were acting as first responders for my emergency call, which made me laugh. Shawn took the tweezers as Bob held the magnifying glass. The thorn broke off, and Bob tried to dig the rest out with a sterile needle. It was tiny, so we left it to work its way out by itself. Well, I’ll be here, of course.

As they worked, they mentioned they were going out to breakfast before going to the bank. Now that shows a true neighbor’s love, to postpone a meal they were hungry for to help me. I truly appreciated their sacrifice. They kindly invited me to go along, but I was smeared with garden grime and stayed home for a shower. As they headed down the steps, Shawn suggested they make siren sounds in reverse. If I had recorded it, you couldn’t have heard it over my laughter.