Ross (the Boss) of NDG's Blog

  We talk a lot about building community through friendship, kindness and connection. But there is another kind of community that matters enormously: Knowing that when something goes wrong, you are not completely on your own. A senior wakes up after a heavy snowfall and cannot safely clear the front steps. A parent suddenly needs someone to pick up milk because a sick child is sleeping. A neighbour's car won't start. Someone has to go to the hospital and needs their dog walked. A new arrival doesn't understand an important letter they received. A light bulb needs changing at the top of a ladder. A frightened person simply needs somebody nearby for ten minutes. None of these situations necessarily requires an organization. Sometimes they require just one neighbour willing to answer the phone. So here is an idea for the NDG I hope we can build: Someone to Call Imagine if every apartment floor, building or small section of a street had several neighbours who exc...

  Most of us have things sitting in closets, cupboards, basements and garages that we use perhaps once or twice a year. A drill. A ladder. A folding table. A cake pan. A sewing machine. Camping equipment. A pressure washer. Gardening tools. A suitcase. A set of chairs for a family gathering. Meanwhile, somewhere three doors away, somebody may be heading to a store to buy exactly the thing we already have. What if NDG developed a wonderfully simple new habit? Ask a Neighbour First. Before buying something we will rarely use, we ask: “Does anybody nearby have one I could borrow?” It sounds like an idea about saving money. And it certainly could do that. But I think something much more important would happen. We would begin depending upon one another again. There is a peculiar thing about borrowing a ladder from a neighbour. You have to knock on their door. You have to talk. You learn their name. Perhaps you discover they are repairing their kitchen. Perhaps ...

  There was a time when borrowing a cup of sugar from the person next door wasn't unusual. Children knocked on one another's doors. Neighbours sat on front steps. Someone might call across a balcony. People didn't necessarily become best friends—but they knew who lived around them . Today, we can live ten feet from another human being for years without knowing their name. That seems like such a small thing. I think it is actually an enormous thing. Because when we don't know one another, every challenge becomes somebody else's problem. But once the stranger in Apartment 304 becomes Maria , everything changes. When the elderly gentleman three doors down becomes George , we notice when we haven't seen him for a few days. When the young mother upstairs becomes Fatima , perhaps we offer to carry the stroller. When the teenager downstairs becomes Alex , perhaps we ask how school is going instead of merely passing in the hallway. Names transform strangers into people....

  Loneliness doesn't always look lonely. Sometimes it looks like an elderly man buying one frozen dinner. Sometimes it is the person in the apartment across the hall whom we have seen hundreds of times but never really met. Sometimes it is a newcomer who left family and friends thousands of kilometres away. Sometimes it is a student eating dinner over a laptop. Sometimes it is a widow setting a table for one after having set it for two for fifty years. And sometimes it is somebody surrounded by people who still feels completely alone. We cannot eliminate loneliness from NDG. But perhaps we can make it much harder for loneliness to remain invisible . I would love to see a simple community habit spread throughout our neighbourhood: The Extra Plate Whenever we're preparing a meal, ordering a pizza, having a barbecue or sitting down for Sunday breakfast, we occasionally ask ourselves: “Is there somebody nearby who might enjoy sharing this with us?” Not somebody we nee...

  Every person walking the streets of NDG knows something that somebody else would love to learn. Think about that for a moment. Behind the doors of our apartments and houses are thousands upon thousands of skills, experiences, traditions and talents. Someone knows how to repair a bicycle. Someone can bake magnificent bread. Someone speaks three languages. Someone knows how to grow tomatoes. Someone can teach a child to play guitar. Someone knows how to sew on a button, prepare an incredible curry, use a computer, paint a room, make a household budget, change a tire, take a beautiful photograph or fix a dripping faucet. And our older neighbours possess something particularly precious: decades of accumulated knowledge. Yet much of it remains hidden because we've created a society in which, when we need to learn something, we usually turn to a screen rather than to one another . What if NDG began doing something different? What if we created a culture of neighbours teac...

  We are very good at saying wonderful things about people when they retire, move away, win an award—or when it is too late for them to hear us. But what if we didn't wait? What if part of transforming NDG was creating a culture of everyday appreciation ? There are people all around us quietly making this neighbourhood better. The crossing guard who watches over our children. The cashier who remembers our name. The superintendent who fixes something at 9 o'clock at night. The bus driver who waits an extra few seconds for someone running toward the stop. The teacher who sees potential in a struggling child. The person who keeps the sidewalk outside their building beautiful. The neighbour who carries someone's groceries. The merchant who has served the community for thirty years. The teenager who gives up a seat for an older person. The person who picks up a piece of garbage that wasn't theirs. Most of these people will never receive an award. Perhaps they...