My dear brother and friend, Stu of Something to Stu Over, kindly nominated me for the ‘Random Act of Kindness Award‘ after sharing his moving story of an angel’s random act of kindness to him, which wasn’t so random after all, seeing it was very well orchestrated by God. With God, nothing is random – our experiences are all part of the many stitches in His beautiful tapestry of our lives, even in those times when we pull on a thread.
It’s an honour to receive this award, mostly because I don’t think I intentionally set out to be kind to anyone in this community. I never really knew I could build relationships here when I got in. I thought it’ll be me writing what I had to and hoping it gets read and that’s it, but the family I have grown in this community are the ones who have been far too kind to me, lending a hand of encouragement and support along the way. You all deserve this award – I share it with you. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 – that includes you, Stu!
About ‘Random Act of Kindness (RAKA)’: This award was created by Mws R Writings. You can access the link by clicking HERE.
The rules are:
Tell who you nominate and why.
Copy and share the picture that shows the award, posted above.
Share a paragraph of something that impacted your own life in the way of receiving kindness or how you extended kindness to someone else.
Nominate anyone or share to your own page. If you so choose to Participate. Tag or pingback to the original person who nominated you, or the original post.
I have experienced the kindness of many around me, but when I thought about sharing a random act of kindness story, one really stuck out like a sore thumb. So I’ll share it, and hope that those ‘random’ people know how much I appreciate their kindness to me, should they ever come across this post in their lifetime.
It was a very hot sunny day. I had to take Drama Queen (for those who don’t know, that’s how I refer to my daughter over here) to the GP because she was feeling a bit under the weather. We got in the car and made our way down to the surgery just in time for her appointment and when we were done, I carried her back to the car and tried to get her strapped in her car seat. As I fiddled around with the safety belt, I realised that the easiest way for me to get around it would be to put down the phone, prescription slip and car keys I was holding. So I reached over the front passenger’s seat and threw the contents of my hand on the seat and successfully secured the Queen. Closing her door behind me, I walked around the car towards the driver’s seat and just before I could reach for the door handle, I heard a ‘click’ sound – the car locked itself.
I don’t think I have ever been that confused in my entire life. The car keys were inside the locked car, and so was my little daughter, all strapped up. I didn’t know what to do. I could see her looking at me wondering why I hadn’t gotten into the car and I couldn’t explain to her the predicament we had now found ourselves in. I almost began to cry. Just then, I noticed an elderly man sitting in his car not too far from me, so I walked up to him and begged to use his phone because I had locked mine in the car with the keys. He looked at me looking confused but suddenly realised what I meant and handed his phone over. I dialled Boo of life’s number and of course, his mobile phone is only a mini-landline, so he didn’t see my call. I kept trying his number but couldn’t get through. Returning the man’s phone, I bolted back into the surgery and told the receptionist what had happened. She passed the landline over to me to make my call, but I still couldn’t reach my husband, so I ran outside to see how the Queen was faring.
As I got to the car, a man walking across the road suddenly came over to find out what was wrong. I told him what had happened and he offered to wait by the car with the Queen while I ran to the house, which would have been a good long run, to get the spare keys. Just then, the wife of the elderly man whose phone I had borrowed came out of the surgery with her grandson and walked to their car. Her husband narrated to her what had happened and without thinking about it, she told me to hop in their car for a ride home to pick the keys and they offered to bring me back. All the while, the Queen sat in the car, in the heat, looking out the window at the drama unfolding but having no clue whatsoever.
I got into their car and we made our way to my house only to catch Boo of life at the front door about to head out with the keys to meet us. Apparently, the receptionist at the surgery kept redialing his number until he finally picked up his phone, and she informed him of what had happened. The kind couple dropped me off, I thanked them with all of my heart and they drove off. I joined Boo of life in the other car and we quickly made our way back to the surgery. As we approached my car, I noticed as the man who had randomly offered to keep the Queen company while I went for the key, making funny faces to her through the window to cheer her up.
I jumped out, unlocked the car and opened the door beside the Queen and felt the heat from the inside wash all over me; but she was smiling. She didn’t feel a thing because she had company. I thanked the man over and over again and he was grateful that he had left his house that afternoon just for a meaningless walk around as he put it.
Such kindness. The kindness of the elderly man who lent me his phone and the kindness of his wife to offer me a ride home. The kindness of the man walking by and stopping to help keep my daughter safe. The kindness of the receptionist who, even though not at my request, didn’t give up calling until my husband picked up his phone. The kindness of God who made sure my husband was home from work at that time (just before I left for the surgery, he suddenly came home from work because he felt a bit down and needed to get some rest); if he wasn’t home, I would not have had access to the house and the spare keys of the car.
I dare not call these random!
Have you experienced any such kindness? Do you mind sharing your story? Let’s remind ourselves that there’s still a lot of good in this world, irrespective of what the media want us to believe.
I nominate you.