Saturday, 3 November 2012
Kindness - Great Oaks from Little Acorns Grow
This incredibly brave lady who has been tragically bereaved in the last few days, talked of how greatly affected she was by the kindness of strangers.
For anyone who believes as I do in the innate goodness of almost all human beings, this is something of which we become aware on many occasions during life's most difficult times.
I was reminded again of this propensity for instant acts of kindness only this week.
Having been laid low by a cold/flu/throat type bug, I had taken to my bed and barely moved on Tuesday, until the phone rang mid morning. "I saw your bedroom curtains were still closed and wondered what was wrong", said my young across the road neighbour.
She asked me what she could do for me and when I said I was OK, added she was going shopping to the local supermarket and could she get me anything. I answered yes please, my throat is really sore can you get me some O.... pastilles please. She said if they had any she would post them through my door.
When several hours had passed I realised they obviously didn't stock them and thought no more about it, but, late in the afternoon a bag from a town pharmacy dropped through the letterbox with the throat tablets.
The next morning I got a phone call from her mother Sue who lives a few streets away, wanting to know if she could get me anything else, apparently having been asked by her daughter to buy the pastilles as she was going into town.
I barely know this woman but she had gone out of her way to get them and delivered them also without any hesitation at her daughter's request.
By Friday ill or well, I had no choice but to go shopping, I was out of so many everyday items. Shakily got the bus into town, did the biggest shop I could think of and used the stores freephone to call a taxi.
Five minutes they said. In less than two he had pulled up, ordered me to get in opened up the boot, carried all the tons of shopping and returned my trolley to the rank.
ON arriving home he told me to go and open the door, carried the shopping in and dropped it in the hall and when I thanked him profusely said "no problem".
Such small things in the scheme of things, yet such acts of real kindness, just when I needed them most.
I have already blogged many times on the overwhelming kindness of my neighbours when John died and so often, at the very bleakest of times a small act of love from someone we may know only by sight, has such a heartwarming effect, it can colour a whole day, and change a grey landscape to a sunny one.
Thank God for warm hearts and kind people.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 11:03:00 am