My Neighbor Knocked in the Rain and Told Me to Take My Granddaughter Across the Street—From His Window, I Watched My Own Son Enter My House

No emergency estimates.

No “small favor” roofs.

Gideon called me a liar when I announced it.

He was right.

For six months, I still helped people.

Then my knees convinced me.

I spent more afternoons at Rosalind’s soccer games.

Then school concerts.