On Reflection

Good grief

I try to do at least one good deed a day.

Take last week. An older (and very grumpy) gentleman pushed in front of me at a restaurant check-out. I chose not to tell him where to go and how to get there but, instead, bought his meal for him. After his astonishment, we get to chatting and it transpires he is recently widowed and had often attended the restaurant with his wife. We now have a friendly exchange when we meet in Tesco or the local high street.

Again, the other day, I was on the bus on my way to town, my headphones plugged into phone listening to the latest podcast of ‘The Archers’. An older lady came onto the bus and, before she sat down next to me, pointed out that my gloves were inconveniently in her way. No problem, I moved them, smiled, and put my headphones back in.

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