Hi,
My husband (now ex) left a couple of years ago, out of the blue, after 23 yrs. of marriage. This sent me into a bad depression which made it almost impossible to do anything.
On my road, there is a man, 86 yrs. old, who started doing things for me that he must have noticed needed doing, when I wasn't home. I'd come home from an appointment or such, and my tractor would be fixed. Or my chickens were taken care of, or my yard mowed. Most recently, when my mailbox post rotted at the base, and it all fell into the gully, I came home and it was all up again, with a new post, and reinforcements, and the post hole was filled with cement... He also stops by if he hasn't seen me out for a while, making sure that I am okay.
This man is the epitome of kindness, and I've come to care for him deeply. I am starting to do little things for him to repay him, but he wants none of it. He will sometimes bring me to tears of gratitude with his genuine desire to help. If that isn't kindness, then I don't know what is!
