Won't You Be My Neighbor?

Yesterday morning at 6:45 a.m. our doorbell rang. Both of us still fast asleep at this time just pushed it to the back of our mind and thought, "if it's important enough...they'll come back." A little less than an hour later, it rang again...still too early for us to do anything about it. We went about our business of a normal Sunday morning here and then that afternoon our visitor returned. It ended up being Mr. Li, our grandpa-aged neighbor from downstairs who thinks Brandon is the coolest person on earth. Brandon answered the door delighted to visit with Mr. Li again, but the conversation went as it usually does with Mr. Li. Since Mr. Li is an older man his spoken language is nothing near the "Standard" Chinese that we are learning. It doesn't sound chinese at all to us actually and we like to call it "Mr. Li Hua" (or Mr. Li Speak). Anyway, he's one of the many locals here that when you don't understand what they are saying they just get louder and get closer in your face. Only, Mr. Li likes to add a little spittle into his sentences as well. Anyhow, the wonderful neighbor who we really have come to enjoy (Even though we can't communicate with him) came to inform Brandon that someone attempted to steal Brandon's bike at 5 a.m. this morning. A few questions came to mind:
Who steals a bike at 5 a.m.?
Who is awake at 5 a.m. to catch a bike thief?
Who steals a bike worth about 15 dollars?

Regardless of the unanswered questions we had, Mr. Li urged Brandon to go down stairs and take a look and then encouraged Brandon to store the bike in his storage room for the time being.

Another example of the neighborly conduct...

The other day our light bulb went out in our living room. I promise we're really not all that helpless... we can change a light bulb on our own. But one of the great things about the apartments here is that most of the ceilings are 12 foot ceilings. (or something close to that since they don't use FEET here) We tried several acrobatic feats of reaching the light bulb fixture, to no avail. So we went to a few of our neighbors to ask if they have a ladder. Our upstairs neighbor (you might remember him as the one who brought the reporters to the Christmas party!) said that we didn't need a ladder and then brought down a little stool with him. And then he attempted something that should be accompanied by the subtitle of "Do not try this at home."
He stacked a few chairs high, put his little stool on top of those like he'd done this a million times, reached the light fixture, pulled out the bulb, and told us exactly where and what we needed to go do.
So we went and bought the new light bulb, came back, and even though he told us to come get him when we got back, we attempted the life-threatening feat on our own and this time succeeded.

What would we do without our helpful neighbors?