We've seen people pull together for a few days (literally) after situations like Katrina or 9/11 but true to what we used to call the MTv mentality, they end up getting bored with it and need to "turn the page" to something else that's not quite as "real" or "depressing". To sooth their conscience they volunteer here and there a few times a year while whining about how tough life is, when they've never actually seen anything remotely close to "bad"
There are a few places in our world where you can find actual communities and neighbors looking out for one another but they are few and far between and worse, they tend to exist only in those areas where adversity resides; fear of gangs and what they bring into town or fear of those that are supposed to be protecting them.
On Nov. 3rd 1982 I finally got it through my thick Irish skull that I had a drug problem, one that had cost me everything I'd ever earned in life. Needless to say, it meant that I would go to those silly meetings day after day, year after year but after about 15 years I stopped going so much.
I bring this up because it relates to the whole "community" thing; how people caught up in similar plights can unify and help one another but likewise, how attitudes and actions have changed; 25 years ago if I'd missed a meeting or two there would be people looking for me to see what was wrong. Today however, when I'm not seen in meetings locally on any kind of regularity I get no calls of concern but rather, rejection -- if I'm not at meetings I must be using and abusing being the assumption and therefore I should not be seen as "safe" to be around.
Trust me, after nearly 30 years of sitting in those meetings hearing the same people whine and play the same sad song year after year with absolutely no intention of changing things in their lives. . .well, it takes it toll on one's sanity; especially when you find yourself in a community area that loathes the "tough love" policies of old and actually supports the whole "
trust your shrink and his pills" rather than working with a sponsor that knows a thing or two those papered jerks don't. Granted, I live in the heart of
Lesbianville where everyone is so far left they're right -- militant, closed-minded feminists to put it kindly (so much so I've come close to changing political parties just to avoid the embarrassment).

Wow, where did all that come from?
I guess it goes back to how things have changed in a very short span of time and in so doing, how selfish/self-serving we've all kind of moved into being. On one hand, as a matter of self-preservation in a culture that's become jaded and suspicious of everyone/everything. On the other hand it is because we've had that stray dog or two that actually has bit the hand of kindness, such as your neighbor and the generator issue. . . I can't begin to list the number of times my generosity has done the same.

I feel an essay coming on. . .