Kindness doesn’t have a colour

Jul 7, 2023

Today I experienced a moment of unconditional kindness.

I was working on someone’s garden for them, and the weather was unusually hot. In fact the sweat was pouring out of me. I was deep in thought and song when a DPD driver pulled up alongside where I was standing. He jumped out of his cab and said “you look very hot my friend “. He then handed me a bottle of water. He gave me his own personal bottle. I was extremely grateful. I told him that his kind act reminded me of my childhood growing up in Weedon Bec. When the local people looked out for each other. When the whole village looked out for the neighbourhood kids. The driver said it sounded very nice. But this man wasn’t born during that era, he was far too young. And he wasn’t from that area that I once lived. In fact he was from Romania. The stranger from Eastern Europe had given me his own stash of water.

We chatted for thirty minutes and I learned all about his life. He is happily married, he has two children, he has two jobs, and he is paying off his mortgage as soon as he can. He pays his taxes, his little boy plays in the local football team, and he is proud that he and his wife donate blood. Yet he has had his windows egged on more than one occasion. And racist abuse is hurled at him and his family. He wipes away the mess from his windows and carries on loving this country, and the opportunity it has given him. To see his hurt eyes well up broke my heart. When did some of my fellow countrymen become so narrow minded and bigoted? Was it when politicians used the word immigrant to divide us? Was it when the media decided to make it good viewing? When did it become acceptable to turn on our fellow man?

Many years ago I nearly died and had to have a blood transfusion. I never asked where that blood came from. I recently had someone tell me that they couldn’t have their operation, because there was a backlog of immigrants. I recently visited that hospital. And yes it was full of immigrants. But it wasn’t the patients. In fact most of the medical staff were from other parts of the world. They were here busy saving our lives. I then thought back to my own maternal family, and wondered if they received the same rhetoric. After all they were Yugoslavian Jews. My paternal Welsh families actual dna shows up as 100% Viking. I like to think of them as farmers fleeing the Mongol hordes, and not the rapers and pillagers of the history books. But this country is wonderful because it is a melting pot of every continent. My family has served this country for generations, and we were once immigrants.

Please don’t let the media divide us. After all one day you might be grateful for that bottle of water, or pint of blood.

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