BIG TENT ATTRACTION:  Acts Of Kindness

A broken wing.  It couldn’t fly. It survived one hit but its chance against another blow were slim.  Without thinking twice he pulled over, grabbed a rag out of the boot of the car and dashed into peak hour traffic.  He scooped up the  feathered creature and carried it back to safety.

That was my Dad.  I was seven years old and I can remember that day like yesterday.  I remember gently handing over our bruised and battered package to a man in khaki who smelt of cigarettes and lawn clippings.  The man in khaki  promised to nurse our new found friend back to life.  I trusted this stranger and I believed the man in khaki would be true to his word.

Leaving the bird sanctuary that day I knew we had done something good.  I had a skip in my step and a full feeling in my chest.  On that day my Dad had shown me what it is to be kind and to look out for others.  He taught me that it isn’t about what you get in return, it is about genuinely caring and giving from a good place within.

Genuine kindness is all around me.  It has arrived in colour, in delicious treats and in words.  It has been surprising and over whelming, but most of all it has been inspiring.  A friend of mine calls it my medicine, and I whole heartedly agree.  The acts of kindness I have been experiencing are urging me on.  They are inspiring me to put one foot in front of the other and face another day.

Today I am not the best version of me.  My wings are broken. But tomorrow is another day.  Thank you.  Thank you all.  Thank you for your belief in me, and your belief that I will fly again.

Acts of kindness you do not go unnoticed.  Acts of kindness you are my medicine.  Acts of kindness I’m forever grateful.  Thank you.