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On my way home just now I got caught in a traffic jam. A mother doe and her two fawns fearlessly crossed in front of my car. Fortunately I was on a plowed street providing enough traction to stop easily.
I was thinking to myself how much I love living in this sweet small town having just witnessed a rare moment at the grocery store. An older woman was walking very slowly on the icy parking lot when a cowboy got out of his pickup, took her by the arm and escorted her into the store.
Upon leaving the store I was awe struck by the beauty of the sun setting leaving a rare mixture of grey and pink over the snow capped mountains. Then I was greeted by the deer a block from my house. I am truly blessed.
Life in the small towns, is different of life in the big cities, because humanity is always present. In great cities we do not care much for the other, because do not know them.
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Tomas, I am sure similar experiences happen in big cities. However, I suspect fear prevents most people from getting to know their neighbors.
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