Today it was the turn of young Melissa in the shop where I
buy my wild bird food. When I told her that after the kidney removal (if indeed
it ever happens) I would be unable to drive for a while, she immediately
offered to bring the stuff out to me. Why would she do that? She’s just a shop
assistant.
I admit to having felt not only grateful for such
generosity, but also a little confused and chastened. I’m even beginning to
wonder whether there are a few people out there apart from my ex and my
daughter who actually like me. Why on earth should that be? What have I done to
deserve being liked? We who go through life as observers don’t generally get
liked because we don’t generally get close enough.
Ah well, maybe I’m not the man I thought I was. Maybe I
should be taking a lesson from it. That’s what I usually do.
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