That could have been me! I found myself thinking a few hours after an incident occurred in our neighborhood. I wonder if someone will be around to help me when I need it? In much of modern community life today, especially now when so many of us are quarantined, sequestered, homebound, locked down (or whatever your term for the situation is), we are inside, oblivious to what is happening around us. Under such isolation, how can anyone know when another person needs help? “Huh?

In my last post, I recounted how I got sidetracked while searching for a particular poem, and I ended up sharing some thought-provoking tidbits from a 1920s salesmanship paper instead. Well, today I am sharing that poem–before I get sidetracked and lured down yet another rabbit trail. Oh, it’s just the little homely things, The unobtrusive, friendly things, The “won’t-you-let-me-help-you” things That make our pathway light. And it’s just the jolly, joking things, The “never-m