Short post today to rhapsodise about a bookmark and the power of simple gestures of kindness…
This bookmark is one of my most prized possessions. When I was working at the local library there was this nice Kenyan family who came in every week. Eventually they had to go back to Kenya, but before they left the mum said she wove it for me to say thank-you for helping her son find the info he needed for his homework, and for making them feel welcome. I keep it to remind myself I don’t have to be a martyr to make a difference in this world. And this lady’s gesture of kindness put a smile on my face for a week.
Until next time,
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One thought on “Small gestures of kindness”
A lovely personal story, Julian. Small acts of kindness can make a big impact. When I was a child and my mother was seriously ill and unable to care for us, a woman (friend of a friend of my mother’s) arrived at the door with a meal for me and my siblings. I still remember that meal (and the dessert) in detail, and the lesson it taught me about kindness.