 Shoveling bothers me. We're moving something that only a matter of months will no longer be there. It's trivial and frustrating. So, who are we shoveling for, ourselves, to one-up someone? Could it be true that in this simple act we actually hold a great amount of influence to change the direction of countless unknown individuals on a certain day? We all know the difference. The relief of walking on a clean path rather than pushing through the off-camber snow and ice-packed walks might the first step in loving our neighbor be mastering the art of shoveling our very own walk.