Wednesday, 20 March 2013
Beauty And Kindness All Around In My World
It’s wonderful when I have to eat my words!
No matter whether I complain about the weather, tiresome people, the boring place we live in, or my own shortcomings, before I can turn around, somebody or something smacks me right between the eyes to prove me wrong.
Dark rain clouds and snowy skies hang heavy over the valley, draining the spirit of man and beast. And then the sun comes out and Wham! the gentle world surrounding me is transformed into one of beauty and joy.
Just when I finished telling Mary D of Stalled at Twelve, a blog I never miss, how I admire her for her humanity and wish I had a little more of it myself, she writes to praise me for having loved, learned and understood much in my life; she has only my blog to go on and if that’s the opinion she has, I am grateful.
Nobody can be in any doubt that I do not find the entire human race likeable. I am not proud of it but I don’t consider it a failing either. But I don’t often enough expect people to be kind and helpful without ulterior motive, until somebody’s selfless act of generosity brings me up short in amazement. This is what happened this evening. Beloved came to me, greatly disturbed, showing me the dead transmitter for the central heating boiler. “I never touched it”, he was really worried that I'd blame him - his eyesight is too poor to recognise the symbols and he’s got it wrong before now. I fumbled and fussed with the thing, it wouldn’t work. I tried the batteries, dead, and no working ones as back up in the house. We were just accepting that we’d have to be without heating when I decided to ring my neighbour and good friend Sally for help. “I am sure we have spares”, she said immediately. “I’ll have a look for them and bring them over”. It was after nine pm and pouring with rain, the way from her house to mine goes through a dark field and is 200m or more. I protested that I’d come to her house. “No no”, she said, “I’ll bring them over.” Which she did, within ten minutes, dripping wet in her anorak and armed with her flashlight. With the new batteries I could re-programme the transmitter and we are once again cosy in a warm house. Thank you very much, Sally. We couldn't ask for a better neighbour.
Would many people be as kind as Sally? I don’t know. But I’m learning to expect - and ask for and accept - the help people in this little place at the end of the valley, this tiny town I call My World are willing to give.
For more contributions to Our World Tuesday click on the link.