Being in a Community

My friend decided not to open her shop on a Friday afternoon. Business was slow and she had better uses for her time including sitting in a café around the corner and outside her normal stomping grounds. However, when she came home, a very worried Jean-Pierre was ringing her doorbell. Because they expected her to be open, the neighborhood sent him to check to make sure she was all right. Part of it made her feel old, that people would worry after such a minor deviation in plans. The other made her feel lucky to be in a community where people care enough to protect each other.