On her walk back home she saw a woman struggle trying to lift a tv set out of her car. She stopped and asked if she could help. The woman’s bandana had slipped off her head in the attempt to hoist the tv through the car door, displaying a gold earring dangling from one ear. The tv brought to the front door, the woman muttered numerous thank yous before unlocking and pushing the door open, adding she would take it from there.
Glancing in through the clear window she could see piled up cardboard boxes in an otherwise drab bare room, a sight that filled her with arid thoughts.
Back on her walk home, she purposefully visualised herself getting a cup of tea and a piece of toast lavishly spread with the extra thick cut marmalade she had just purchased and suddenly remembered her favourite soap was soon on.
On arrival she noticed she had forgotten to lock her front door so was thankful to find all seemed to be as she had left it. Kettle boiled, she buttered her toast and spread the marmalade as evenly as she could without being tempted to pile it on too thick.
She walked over to her usual spot and sat down, retrieving the tv remote which unsurprisingly had slid down the side of the sofa. She clicked it on and sat back to watch her soap which was just about to air.
In clear sight sat a vase with purple flowers, usually hidden behind the tv.
Dangling from its neck glistened something golden.
She allowed her marmalade with orange undertones of warm golden sunshine to take over and to think of nothing else.
Moral of the story?
Never regret having helped someone if help you could for you are not to know how they might manage or not manage to help themselves 😉
