Sunday, 13 May 2012

Kindness....and Cucumbers

I apologise that I still haven't been able to get my own new post up but in the meantime please read this from Chantel over at Life Unexpectedly

This is one of the best posts I have ever read and puts mine to shame. (this is only a  taster, so for full post click on the links, in green)

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Kindness....and Cucumbers

A older gentleman changed my day today.  All by himself.  In about two minutes.  It happened next to the banana table, across from the avocados.  I was rummaging around for a nice green bunch as those are the household favorites, and a cart pulled alongside me.  I glanced over; he was in his late 60's I'd say, a little gray but neat and tidy in that comforting way I remember my grandfather being.  He was looking at me.  I blush easily and so, looked down.  He said, "You have such beautiful hair.  My wife had hair like that....have a nice day."  He smiled, I smiled back. "Thank you."  Turning the corner just past the bakery, he was gone.  I picked out cucumbers and tomatoes. 

And kept smiling. 

It wasn't a good day.  Full of my own doubts and accusations, fears and worries.  The skies were black and it was pouring which makes my bones feel as if they're being twisted inside my flesh.  Additionally, my heart has been weary as of late.  Grocery shopping on such days leaves much to be desired, but three boys under 13 make it necessary lest you find holes in the woodwork and missing carpeting. 

It was just one sentence.  And I was smiling.

I've read several things lately about poverty and need around the world.  Commercials on tv with starving children and beaten dogs.  Unexpected suicides haunt the headlines.  Sometimes it seems the need is an can we, how can anyone make a difference in an ocean?

After my years in Guatemala and Mexico, I went to Philadelphia.  While my time spent within the walls of orphanages and health clinics was amazing; nothing--not even those months on a rope and stick cot, the legs sprayed with raid to keep the tarantulas off in the jungle--nothing prepared me for the culture shock I was to experience in Philly. 

Read on here.

Chantel we love you...xx


  1. Thanks, PW, for letting me experience Chantel's amazing post. You done good! luv you.

  2. Thank you Lo.

    I hope that I can share the delights of knowing good people such as yourself.

    To be honest I often feel like Juanita, as odd as that may sound. Especially with regards to seeing angels amongst us..

    Here is you latest HUG.. xx