I had a Southern country upbringing. Neighbors were important to my family. We helped each other. We cared for each other. Many a time I heard my father say he had to go help someone because they were “a neighbor with an ox in the ditch”. If a neighbor was hurting, you would do anything to help. Physical labor was offered, money given and food cooked and delivered or sometimes a loving presence was needed. But as I look back on this, I know that one qualification of a neighbor was that they looked like us.