The broken old man patiently awaited his turn. The phantom pain in his hands, his feet and knees…would all go away when his turn came. The old man was among neighbors, his only few friends, surely they would share with him.
One by one, they took a turn, and passed it around the circle. Finally, it came to his turn, he welcomed the chance to use it for the first time, but his neighbor ignored his silent plea for help, choosing instead to return the snow blower to its owner.
The broken old man grimaced…and grabbed his shovel.