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"It was a cold and wet evening in late November. My husband and I had just moved into our new neighborhood. I was standing amid unpacked boxes with a look of despair upon my face, when the doorbell rang."
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"We live in a lower-middle-class neighborhood in a great city. Probably due to the fact that the neighbors on our street work hard, long hours to make ends meet, we rarely have the time or energy to do more than wave a meek hello and goodbye to each other."
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"I came across this contest through a local magazine and I thought it to be a perfect fit for my neighborhood. My name is Monica and I have been in the United States Navy for nearly seven years. I am also the mother of two remarkable girls."
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"I don't call the people who live near me my neighbors, I call them my saviors. My name is Joe Sullivan. I am a 64-year-old widower. Muscular dystrophy makes it difficult for me to walk, impossible for me to stoop, and hard for me to climb stairs."
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"I was born and raised in Gilbert, population about 200 if you include the cows and chickens. I have lived in the same home my entire life; the same home where my mother was born."
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"It's hard to create a community when you call New York City's Times Square home. The staff at the Biltmore, a residential building on the corner of 47th Street and 8th Avenue, do their best to create a spirit of community in the midst of the hustle and bustle."
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"Even the 'I hate light ice cream' people came back for seconds!"
— Jackie N., CT