There was a film a while ago called “Paying it Forward” (I think) starring goodness only knows who, but based on the premise that if someone does a good deed for you, you should pay it forward or in other words go on to do a good deed for another. I have tried to this from time to time in a small way by giving up a seat on the bus, helping an old person, or letting someone go in front of me at the supermarket when they only have a couple of things and I think that it’s an exercise we could all do with doing more of. As I say (probably ad nauseum) it’s the little things in life that count.
In one of my recent blog surfing exercises I came upon two ladies who have been doing just this and calling it random acts of kindness – but the theory is the same. The first has a blog called Mutterings from the Moor, is a doer of much, rescuer of animal and poultry and maker of all things damson. She had come upon another blog called sewscrumptious where a lady called Louise is trying to get together 70 presents for her mother’s 70th birthday. By means of swops and the generosity of others she is accumulating quite a stash of little thoughtful presents and I thought what a wonderful idea it is. The mutterings lady had sent some damson jam, someone else had sent seeds and so it went on.
Having had a very great favour done for me by my neighbours who dealt with the aftermath of the cat tragedy, I decided that I needed to pay that forward somehow. So in the spirit of the 70th birthday I emailed Louise to enquire if she had ever been to the sunny Isle of Wight. It turned out that she had indeed spent holidays here as a child and remembered coming across on the ferry and being told that she was going abroad. So I bought a little something from the Island, sent it off in the post and had a lovely email in return.
It was only a little thing to have done, but it made me feel that I had paid on a kindness shown to me. It is far too easy not to be bothered when we all have busy lives and the ‘I haven’t got time’ excuse trips off the tongue with miles too much ease at times, but I like to think that on Louise’s mum’s 70th birthday there will be lots of presents, fun, laughter and fond memories, the Isle of Wight being just one.