One family from Japan settled at the turn of the 20th century near San Francisco. They grew roses and trucked them into San Francisco three mornings a week. The other family was from Switzerland who also marketed roses. For almost four decades the two families were neighbors, and then the sons took over the farms, but then on December 7, 1941, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor. Although the rest of the family members were Americans, the father of the Japanese family had never been naturalized. Before the family left the country, his neighbor told his Japanese friend that, if necessary, he would look after his friend's nursery. It was something each family had learned in church: Love thy neighbor as thyself. A full year went by. Then two. Then three. And then one day, when the war in Europe had ended, the Japanese family packed up and boarded a train. They were going home. What would they find? The family was met at the train station by their neighbors, and when they got to their home, the whole Japanese family stared. There was the nursery, intact and prosperous. And the house was just as clean and welcoming as the nursery.