As part of a community project before Christmas I took part in sending a shoe box filled with goodies for a teenage Romanian boy.
By the time I saw the message, ALL the teensy girls had been snapped up. Drat I thought knowing my little girl would be disappointed.
The box sat on the window sill for ages. A little empty. And sad. My partner kept on saying ” you know you’ve still got the box to fill.”
I was fully aware.
But what would a teenage boy in Romania like? Or need. More to the point.
Slowly but surely between us – as a family – we filled the box. Hat. Scarf. Long-sleeved top. Am desperately trying to remember what we put in the box now. This isn’t The Generation Game you know. Or is it?
This generation. Our generation of kids get pretty much all they want. New bike. Scooter. You name it. They have it.
The kids that received the shoe boxes. Pretty much have nothing. Very little.
It is really hard for us to grasp that concept and level of poverty.
It isn’t our experience.
We excitedly delivered our shoe box to our neighbour to be sent off to Romania
Phew. I hope he likes it I said to my little person. We put a torch in, I said. Rather absent mindlessly to the lady we delivered it to.
We carried on ticking off “important stuff to do” off our Christmas list. Christmas box delivered. Tick.
Forgot about the box. Forgot about the children in Romania. We carried on with our Christmas. Very nice, thank you. You?
Until this landed in my Face Book inbox late last night….
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It is one of the most moving things I have ever seen.
My neighbour messaged me. Did you see him with the torch? I had to watch it again, of course.
Random Acts of Kindness.
It was an amazing opportunity to be able to have a really small part in touching these children’s lives in this way. The true wonder of Christmas.
Have an incredibly happy, healthy & fortuitous 2013.