We have neighbors like that. The best! Himself ruptured a disc the first winter we lived here, and our snowblower was back in OH for our daughter to use. The first time I went out to shovel, my next door neighbor came over with his snowblower and chased me inside. I baked an apple pie (two, actually, one for them and one for us) and took it over as a thanks. The next storm the same thing happened, but a different neighbor! They snowblowed, I baked (two more) apple pies. The NEXT storm a third neighbor showed up! He didn't have a snowblower, but he did shovel out the apron, which was lots of wet and heavy snow. I asked him if he had heard about the pies; he laughed, looked a bit sheepish, and said "yes". I told him we were getting tired of apple pies, would a pumpkin be OK? "Oh, yes! Pumpkin is my favorite!" Win/win!
By the next winter, we had brought our old snowblower back from OH. Our daughter never used it, saying she'd rather shovel.
worst part. 
