This holiday time year is supposed to be filled with happy people baking cookies, wrapping presents, and spending time with seldom seen relatives.
Yesterday morning, one of my neighbors blew his brains out. I don't know all his problems, but about 3 weeks ago his cat was poisoned, and then he stopped going to work.
What makes this more poignant for me is that three years ago another neighbor, an old widow lady caught pneumonia for lack of fire wood. She apparently was too proud to ask for help. She died of her pneumonia.
Like most people, I've thought about what I could have done different to change both outcomes.
Neighbors would have been happy to provide fire wood, if they had known, and maybe the neighbor across the street just needed to know that he had someone he could talk to.
I'm relating these stories, hoping that you may notice someone that may need help, and ask them if they might not care to share a cup of tea with them (or something stronger). There may be nothing wrong, and they look at you like a nosey person, but that is a small price to pay for trying to make the world a better place.
Merry Yule-tide Season, or whatever you are doing.