Thursday, 01 May 2014 08:43
Over the past several years I’ve had a neighbor who shovels my two-car driveway when it snows and helps me carry my summer furniture out of the garage to the backyard; I have always felt that this young man was a “good neighbor.”
On March 6, around 9:30 p.m. on a cold, dark evening, I was struggling to get my recycle bin, which was full, to the curb. It was bitter cold outside and I was not dressed properly, so I was going to leave it in the middle of the driveway, unable to get it to the curb, when I heard, “Can I help you, Mr. Martin?” It was the voice of my kind and thoughtful neighbor, Dante Marterella. He offered his help all the while not knowing I would turn 86 years old two days later.
As a WWII veteran, community member since 1975, I would like to publicly thank Dante for his help throughout the years. Dante is a high school student and it is my opinion that he will be an asset to the high school as well as the community.
With sincere thanks, I consider myself “lucky.”