Kindness

I was going to title my general blog 'Random Acts of Kindness' for various reasons I will write about another time.  But, having been to my dad's today, I thought I would mention what happened to him last week.  Now aged 87 and still possessing a razor sharp mind, he was a dispatch rider in the war and a Wall of Death rider in the fifties and bikes have been a constant love.  As others re-discover or keep these skills and thrills going, he is sometimes contacted to 'tell his tales' and only recently a big piece on him appeared in the local rag!  Dad lives with my step-mum, Rose and as he is going blind and she has a degree of dementia they watch out for each other and we all try to find ways to keep this going and find things to interest them.  My sister, Karen, was up from London last week and took him to an old, local pub and then went off to find a history centre nearby.  Sadly this was closed but she came across a garage where she spotted a scrambling bike and of course starting chatting with the guys there.  They suggested that dad call in to see them and the bikes, which is what happened and they spent ages chatting, regaling each other with stories and memories.  Dad was absolutely chuffed to bits and so, as we are surrounded by images of mindless violence, it is great to report that there are many, many 'random acts of kindness' and I will blog on others in the future.  Thanks guys - oh, and thanks to my sister for discovering them!