When we lived in our apartment back East, Mike was one of the engineers which meant every time it snowed, he and three other guys had to completely clear all the sidewalks in the neighborhood. We lived in a neighborhood with many elderly people, so once he was finished with shoveling the walks, he would go and dig out the cars of some of his favorite neighbors who he knew would struggle. It used to warm my heart to know that he cared about people that way.
Now that we live in our own house here in Utah, he doesn't have to clear every sidewalk in the neighborhood, but he always looks for a couple of people he can lend a hand to. Over the course of this weekend my good hubby shoveled 6-7 driveways at 1-2 feet of snow a piece. Sometimes it does a soul good to remember the reasons we fell in love with a person in the first place. :)