Nice people

It happened one ordinary day. My neighbor on the right left their dog alone in the house, and it started barking. Then my neighbor on the left slammed her storm door and began shouting to someone far down the street about how beautiful the weather is today. That wasn’t all—the barking and shouting soon blended with the roar of riding mowers. I like dogs, I like the neatly cut grass in front of my house, I like that my neighbor is so healthy his voice carries all the way down the street, but I like stillness more.
Luckily, there’s a pine forest just across the road from my neighborhood. I decided it was time to take a walk. As I stepped in, all the terrible sounds of civilization—and my neighbor’s booming voice—were left behind. I enjoyed the calmness of the tall, upright pine trees. Suddenly, I heard a roaring sound behind me. A moment later, I had to step off the path into the dense bushes to let a motorcyclist pass. Then I was showered with sand. For a moment, I held my breath to avoid inhaling the exhaust fumes.
The next day, it seemed like my neighbor had entered a voice competition with another neighbor’s dog. But, the leaf blowers drowned them out with their high-pitched tone. I went to the pine forest again. But this time, I had a simple and effective plan. With a shovel in hand, I would dig a hole behind me on the path. The motorcyclist would have to take another route, and my walk could continue without interruption. In the forest, I dug a hole as planned and began walking. Within minutes, I felt such pleasure that I closed my eyes. In a moment I was lying in a hole much bigger than the one I had dug earlier. I had to admit that my brilliant plan to avoid the motorcyclist wasn’t so unique after all. My leg was swollen, and I couldn’t walk—not for pleasure, not even for a simple stroll. And I had forgotten my phone at home.
An hour passed…
Thoughts drifted through my mind. Would I be torn apart by wild beasts? Why did I pay my credit card balance? Who will win the next game—Eagles or Falcons? Out of the blue, I heard a sound in the distance. At first, it resembled the crackle of a fire. Then it grew louder, beginning to resemble the pounding of gunfire. A minute later, I saw the motorcyclist. Somehow, he had managed to avoid the hole and continue driving on my path. I was so happy to see him! He helped me out of the hole, walked me to the road, and called an ambulance. You never know who your real friends are.