Recently, as we were returning home complaining of the bitter cold, my daughter and I encountered a survivor of an ongoing building fire. She was standing in a corridor, dressed only in her obviously comfy pajamas, socks on her feet, wearing a do-rag (for those who have worn them, you understand the importance of this!) and was clinging to her top trying to cover her body.
Can i help you? in any way?, little Selah asked.
Oh no, my dear. I'm just standing here keeping an eye on my apartment because i ran out, just like this, leaving the door open, the lady replied.
Her soft, familiar Haitian accent immediately warmed my heart and we burst into conversation. We shared a quick geographical lesson, because the beautiful land of my birth, Montserrat, is barely visible on most maps. A lesson I've rehearsed well by now since I've been giving it since I was a teenager. Usually, the live volcano does the trick, and it didn't fail me this time either.
We talked a little about the Caribbean...the feeling of inter-connectedness you get when you meet one another. (I wonder if it's like this for everyone.) We offered her shelter from the cold, if only to warm up, but she decided to stand guard until it was safe to return. Waving goodbye, we left.
Little Selah really wanted to help her. So, we got her a cup of mint tea (a little refreshment in times like these), some of my homemade coconut pound cake (you know, for comfort food), and a sweater to keep her warm.
...and they both smiled, and my heart was glad... the end.
what random act of kindness shall i do today? hmmm...