Random acts of kindness

I published my last post only a few hours ago, and i feel like i went on a bit… A bit too long…

Was i saying things i should’ve left unsaid? Jumping to conclusions, making possible false accusations…?

Who knows…and who cares…

All i know is that whatever it is i’m experiencing, fucking hurts like hell… And i’m dealing with my emotions…

Yes the last two months have been tough on me. On every single level possibly imaginable.

But one of the things that made me realise i am not alone, was the random acts of kindness from strangers.

The messages of encouragement from fellow tweeters, phone calls of support from old friends, and one or two people who i have never met who came up to me in public and shared words of wisdom with me… Out of the blue.

Its these sort of things that restore my faith in humanity again. The fact that strangers care… The fact that strangers care more about my wellbeing than what you care…

A couple of months back, i decided to start giving back more to others. Not necessarily in monetary terms… But give to others what i have.

It all started with a facebook post about friends of a friend who’s house burned down.
They lost everything.

The post also mentioned that they needed clothes and gave sizes of each of the family members. It just so happened that the husband was the same size as me.

And here i was, just recently returned from the time in Cape Town, i had bags and suitcases full of clothes which i havent worn in months…some items even in years…

I looked at it all and asked myself - what use is all of this to me in anyway.

So that afternoon, i took 26 shirts, 16 pairs of pants, 5 jackets and about 6 pairs of shoes and dropped it off for this family.

I drove away there thinking how hard it must be losing everything you have.

I gave away more items of clothing than what some people own… And it didnt matter.

What mattered was that someone else could use something that i no longer had use for. That i was able to help in a small way to help kick-start someone else’s life again…

And i suppose this brings me back to my current headspace.

So far, people have only been kind and supportive.

Words of encouragement from strangers is what’s helping me kick-start MY new life.

All of a sudden it made sense. What you give , is what you get.

Let that sink in for a little…

WHAT YOU GIVE, IS WHAT YOU GET…

Whether it be food or clothes or money… Or even time… Give a little of yourself without expecting anything in return.

I recently spent one saturday morning at the Ethembeni House of Hope - an orphanage for children aged 0-3 years… And all they wanted was my time. My attention.

A little bit of love.

This takes me to that song from Bugsy Malone…

“You give a little love, and it all comes back to you… You know your gonna be remembered for the things that you say and do…”

Which begs the question…

What will your legacy be…?