^ When we moved into a house in the burbs on a short acre, we had a neighbor who used his garden tractor/mower to plow the dirt road way past his own house, right to ours, the last one. With that little blade he must have put-putted three or four times back and forth on the road to clear it side to side.
I proceeded to thank him profusely, offering to help whenever he needed, lauding his community spirit, threw in a couple of "bless your hearts," and offered a couple of gallons of gas.
"No need. I just do it for the fun. Besides, it's an easy way to store up your treasures in Heaven."
Came to be one of my best friends.