It all started with a thought. A thought that went through the mind of a woman who seems to have endless capacity for caring about others. I posted on Facebook early this morning about gratitude and making a short list every morning of what you are grateful for. In reply, she said she was lying in her warm bed and wondering what could be done to help those with nothing. As a caterer, naturally her thoughts turned to making food for them, and suddenly a movement was afoot to donate ingredients for the big pots of soup she was going to make. A few of us did the necessary, but Patsy and friends did the real hard work and later in the day, some of the neediest people in the area were treated to hot, healthy homemade meat and vegetable soup to ward off the worst of the day's hunger and cold.
None of this was motivated by a call to action around the world to honour Mandela's birthday. It was a spontaneous and heartfelt call to action by a group of people who are always on the lookout for ways to be of service to others. And their reward was in their ability to be of service to others.
Although it was just a meal, and it isn't possible to do it regularly or on any kind of scale, those people will probably remember today as a day when somebody cared about them.
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