The year isn't even over and it will go down in memory as one of the worst for a lot of reasons.

So when I got an email from someone that needed me to stop in on business, they added, 'It's nothing bad' I laughed thinking, even if it were, it can't be that bad.

I squeezed the stop in between my chiropractor visit which was necessary so that I could walk, (after falling on my back last weekend, thinking it was nothing, and it's really not, I mean hey, I didn't break anything, didn't smack my head, the equipment that I was carrying is safe so other than dreaming about soft cushions to sit upon I'm good) and a meeting with, as the Mayor called him a "big wig."

The dear sweet lady has known my family and me for over a decade and has always been the sweetest of sweet. As we caught up and discussed the business at hand, I hurried out and marked that task off my list.

Finally having a chance to crack open my computer at about 10 p.m. I saw an email from her. I figured it was just the information that she was going to look up and send back to me.

I opened it, expecting to have to wade through all kinds of information and not really wanting to.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a forwarded email, which normally I hate. I've always been the one that says, "yeah, yeah I know, if I don't forward the forwarded email to at least 10 people I'll fall on my back again" but this wasn't one of those.

She sent it along with a little encouragement, and the silly lady made me cry. It was one of those that if I skimmed it I was good, as I did. But writing about it made me look at it twice as I gulped.

See, when you live in a little town (and not one 25,000 times larger, another story) everyone knows you, and usually the terrible awful things you are going through. Sure, sometimes they point and laugh, and honestly, sometimes you've got to, but most of the time, when life just sucks, this is the town you want to be in. I've said that so many times also this year.

In Vinton rarely do you get the feeling that "It's not personal, it's business." In Vinton, "It's not business, it's personal."

It's a "Hi, how are you?" from people that really want to know, and then it's down to business.

I've been reminded again, what a blessing this town is. When the chips are down, and all you can do is cry "Uncle!" this is where you need to do it.

I have never been more appreciative of this town, the people in it, the law enforcement, the people in the courthouse, the people in the businesses, the people I see at the legion, the people in my church, well, the people everywhere in our town.

I'm not sure what it is about Vinton, other than it's home.

Maybe that's the difference.

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JS October 4, 2019, 8:11 pm Love, love, love this. As a transplant into this town, I also feel like it is home, and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Gotta love our Vinton!! Thank you, Valerie!