It pays to have good neighbors.

It pays to have good neighbors.

Today I got a call from one of those good neighbors: Dick. He was at work, out on the road for some township business, when he and his coworker saw something out of place before driving over Conococheague Creek. 

They pulled over, got out, and Dick went down close to the bank of the creek. 

Sure enough, it was an aluminum canoe, and it had "Camp Joy El" written on the side. 

It had been lost for over six months, and if anyone else had seen it, they had not contacted the camp. Thankfully, Dick thought of us, knowing that my husband and I work for Joy El Camps & Retreats ( 

He called his wife at her workplace, she looked up our home number, and then he called and left a message at our home. I am thankful he took the time to do all this. 

When I got the message, I called Adam, our maintenance coordinator, to give him the good news. "Really?!” he responded. “I had about given up hope on that one!" 

We feel blessed to live in our neighborhood. Over time, we've gotten to know almost everyone on our block. Some neighbors we know better than others, but we know their names, call out friendly hellos, and often exchange not only Christmas goodies, but power tool usage and such things. 

Two of our neighbors were feuding when we moved to the area. Over time, we got to watch that relationship heal. They went from spying on each other to helping each other with maintenance projects. And now I feel confident that we are all looking out for each other. 

So, thank you to Dick for being a good neighbor. And let's keep nurturing our relationships within this small community that we have.