The Kindness of Others

Unless you have gone through the experience of being totally dependent on others in making it through your day, then it's hard to relate to this concept.
I like to think I am an independent person, too proud to ask for help, and too "English" to bother others to take away from their already busy days.
However in just ten short days of being confined to a rehab facility, I am learning very quickly, that the majority of people are more than willing to help, not just because it's their job, but that they really do care about their fellow-man.

Recreational programs are a must, in places where residents cannot return to the outside world, albeit temporary. The first few days, I pulled the sheets over my head, and tried to hide, but shutting myself away, became harder day after day.

Wednesday, I played Bingo, a game I hadn't played in years. Thursday a church choir came into my room, and sang glorious hymns, they touched my soul and I found myself crying tears of joy.
Yesterday, the ladies from a local church gave me a beautiful little carrying pouch, to carry on my walker, all hand sewn and in pretty bright colors.

Today, my family has visited, always making me laugh, and taking care of my every need. The sun shone brightly  and so I was able to sit outside and soak up some much needed sunshine.
My beautiful lifelong English friend, stopped to check on me, and brought  a lovely tin of Scottish shortbread.

Simple acts of kindness, making my small little world seem ever so important, and bright.