I just don’t know what to say… being on the receiving end of random acts of extreme kindness has been the norm for me lately and I want to let you all know about one of them.
(I know this isn’t the correct place to post this but I wanted you all to see it and I’m sure someone smarter than me can move it soon)
I was unlucky enough to be directly affected by the February 7th fires when I lost my home and everything I owned in St Andrews. You see disasters on the news every day and shake your head and say ‘those poor people’ but you never seriously expect to experience one yourself – and when you do, you are so totally unprepared for the feelings of despair and helplessness that you experience. It has been awful having to address the day to day practicalities of replacing essential possessions (although you soon come learn how little you actually need to survive) as well as the emotional roller coaster you get on when you realise that you’re 35 years old, have nothing and have to start again.
But we’re lucky in so many ways… we’re both still here to tell the tale, we’re insured, we’re employed and we’re young enough to want to start again – just another adventure.
Another way in which we’re lucky is that we have had the privilege to see, first hand, the absolute good in people. I could bore you with hundreds of stories of the kindnesses that have been shown to us but I want to make acknowledgement of one in particular – and that comes from Punt Road End’s very own ROSY. She has sent me a gift that will probably rarely make me think of the Tigers but will forever serve as a reminder to me of the goodness of people and their generosity… thank you Rosy, it really did serve its purpose and lift my spirits tremendously.
So now I begin a new life of collecting ‘stuff’ and have my first Richmond memento to treasure. One of the things I spew about losing most is the scarf that my mum bought me at the end of 1980 when I promised that I would always support Richmond… a lot of history with that scarf. My Collingwood supporting family would tell you that the scarf never bought any luck anyway and it’s been all downhill since I started wearing it – maybe they’re right. So I’m happy to tell you all that I have a new scarf now and it’s no longer all my fault that we haven’t enjoyed much success of late!
Anyway, thank you again ROSY and thank you to everyone that assisted the bushfire effort in any way whether it was donations of food, clothing, toiletries or money or whether it was just calling a mate to see if they were OK… I hope you never need to find out just how much it meant to me.
Go Tigers.
(I know this isn’t the correct place to post this but I wanted you all to see it and I’m sure someone smarter than me can move it soon)
I was unlucky enough to be directly affected by the February 7th fires when I lost my home and everything I owned in St Andrews. You see disasters on the news every day and shake your head and say ‘those poor people’ but you never seriously expect to experience one yourself – and when you do, you are so totally unprepared for the feelings of despair and helplessness that you experience. It has been awful having to address the day to day practicalities of replacing essential possessions (although you soon come learn how little you actually need to survive) as well as the emotional roller coaster you get on when you realise that you’re 35 years old, have nothing and have to start again.
But we’re lucky in so many ways… we’re both still here to tell the tale, we’re insured, we’re employed and we’re young enough to want to start again – just another adventure.
Another way in which we’re lucky is that we have had the privilege to see, first hand, the absolute good in people. I could bore you with hundreds of stories of the kindnesses that have been shown to us but I want to make acknowledgement of one in particular – and that comes from Punt Road End’s very own ROSY. She has sent me a gift that will probably rarely make me think of the Tigers but will forever serve as a reminder to me of the goodness of people and their generosity… thank you Rosy, it really did serve its purpose and lift my spirits tremendously.
So now I begin a new life of collecting ‘stuff’ and have my first Richmond memento to treasure. One of the things I spew about losing most is the scarf that my mum bought me at the end of 1980 when I promised that I would always support Richmond… a lot of history with that scarf. My Collingwood supporting family would tell you that the scarf never bought any luck anyway and it’s been all downhill since I started wearing it – maybe they’re right. So I’m happy to tell you all that I have a new scarf now and it’s no longer all my fault that we haven’t enjoyed much success of late!
Anyway, thank you again ROSY and thank you to everyone that assisted the bushfire effort in any way whether it was donations of food, clothing, toiletries or money or whether it was just calling a mate to see if they were OK… I hope you never need to find out just how much it meant to me.
Go Tigers.
