When construction notice papers were tacked to mailboxes up and down our street I began praying that this devouring of our potted roadway and dusty inconvenience would bring our neighbourhood together in a positive manner. It is incredible to watch what has happened: people who barely spoke combining brain and braun to release broken chassis-ed trucks from mudpits; kids "too cool" for one another banding together in dirt bike races and puddle jumping; elderly ladies and gents being helped halfway down the block and back over rocky, mucky terrain to access their mailbox; backyard fences and bushes whacked down to make paths from the old arena parking lot behind to adjacent properties. Blessings abound.
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