a Man in the supermarket was in a rush as he was hurrying to the checkout. I stepped aside and let him in front of me and helped him pack his groceries
I met Koky Saly at Beekeeperparade for the first time today. They make bags from recycled material. He told me his story about being a refugee from Cambodia and making a promise to his sister who passed away from cancer that he would create something to inspire people. I gave him a hug and said how amazing his story was and how glad I was he shared it.
I made someone laugh
A couple of weeks ago, I was in the local store where a deaf man from the public housing block next to my building was lined up waiting to be served. A tall Indigenous man, who quite obviously was living with a mental illness and had let his appearance go.
I noticed the stares others in the store were directing at him, the joke and subsequent laugh at his expense by a young couple. I also noticed his distress.
“Hey man, how you doing?”, I said with a smile. “You good?” His face lit up, and although he couldn’t speak, we communicated (I spoke, he grunted) but most importantly he smiled, with his mouth and eyes.
Everybody else in the store then smiled at him and directed some warmth to him as well.
We left the store at the same time and went in different directions, but he called out (grunted) three times as he walked off. Waving and smiling with both his mouth, and eyes.
Gave up my cab to a woman with young children on a cold wet night
a Man in the supermarket was in a rush as he was hurrying to the checkout. I stepped aside and let him in front of me and helped him pack his groceries
I met Koky Saly at Beekeeperparade for the first time today. They make bags from recycled material. He told me his story about being a refugee from Cambodia and making a promise to his sister who passed away from cancer that he would create something to inspire people. I gave him a hug and said how amazing his story was and how glad I was he shared it.
I made someone laugh
A couple of weeks ago, I was in the local store where a deaf man from the public housing block next to my building was lined up waiting to be served. A tall Indigenous man, who quite obviously was living with a mental illness and had let his appearance go.
I noticed the stares others in the store were directing at him, the joke and subsequent laugh at his expense by a young couple. I also noticed his distress.
“Hey man, how you doing?”, I said with a smile. “You good?” His face lit up, and although he couldn’t speak, we communicated (I spoke, he grunted) but most importantly he smiled, with his mouth and eyes.
Everybody else in the store then smiled at him and directed some warmth to him as well.
We left the store at the same time and went in different directions, but he called out (grunted) three times as he walked off. Waving and smiling with both his mouth, and eyes.
Gave up my cab to a woman with young children on a cold wet night