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I do virtually everything randomly, I don’t plan or plot anything I createout in advance. I live my life in much the same random way. So all my acts of kindness are random.
I live on a tree-lined avenue, in a neighbourhood where people nod and smile to each other, but we do not get to know one another. However, the other day I noticed a lady I had seen on the bus walking towards town. I was driving to the train station and the bus hadn’t turned up that morning which is why I was driving, and I guessed that was why the lady was walking. I pulled over and offered her a lift, which she accepted. Now I have given her a lift a few times and once I was walking into town and her husband pulled over and gave me a lift. It’s nice when you do a good turn for someone and it ends up coming back to you. That’s the balanceof Karma I suppose.
Another time I was waiting at the train station and the train I normally catch was delayed. There were a few people standing around a looking stressed. On the platform I wait at, they run trains to two destinations and I saw that the notice board showed that the next one wasn’t mine. There was a man in a suit standing next to me talking on his phone having an animated conversation and avoiding eye contact with me. Just then, they made an announcement that the next train would pull in on the opposite platform. The notice board did not update. I thought that this man may want that train and I tried to get his attention by looking, smiling, waving, all the time invitingthem to look over, but all the time he kept talking and ignoring me. It turned out he did want that train, and he missed it. He stormed off still talking on the phone. I tried to do him a good turn, but he wasn’t having any of it. This is a true story, but it is also a good analogy, sometimes we go through life unaware that all around us are people trying to help. Try to remember that when you are caught up in your worries. Most of us care and most of us want to help.
It was a local legend that as long as the tree lived and thrived so would the people of the village. It was a strange tree, no one could find out what type of tree it was. It kept its green leaves through Winter, no matter how harsh the wind and snows. It produced thousands of tiny white flowers throughout May and June producing a constant delicate rain of blossom. Marriages would take place under that fine tree and Brides always put a sprig of it’s blossom into their bouquet. It was tradition, so it had to be done. In August the tree was covered in red fruit, similar to cherries but sweeter than sugar plums. Many people in the village would take a punnet of the fruit home with them and make jam out of them. In the Summer people would visit the Village and have picnics under the trees green canopy. They would buy things from the shops, including the precious Jam. People had planted the small pips from the fruit in the hope of producing more of these special trees, but none of them ever sprouted. Some people tried to take cuttings from the tree, but they just wouldn’t take root. There was only ever one tree. One day it was decided that they needed to build more houses in the Village and the only space available was the old village green, where the Tree stood. The villagers urged the council not to go ahead and sell the land. Unfortunately, the Mayor had already taken his bribe and signed over the land to the big development corporation.
The Legend was true, when that tree died so did the hopes and dreams of the whole village.
This is a picture of a particularly lovely tree that is growing on the edge of the beach on the Isle of Mersea in Essex, England.
This was taken in early May and it was a particularly glorious sunny and hot day. The tide was pretty much all the way out, so swimming wasn’t an option, it was more or less just mud. Also the sea would probably have been too cold anyway, it doesn’t tend to warm up until end of July.
Mersea Island is a really lovely place and is separated from the mainland by a salt water creek. The road, known as the Strood, allows you to drive over to the island without any trouble, except around high tide when it is underwater for about an hour (this happens twice in every 24 hours).
The Island has one town, West Mersea, which has a nice beach and lots of beach huts and fish and chip shops. The east side of the island is mainly just farms and caravan parks. It is quieter on the East side. The whole island takes about 30 minutes to drive around, but sometimes it can take longer than that just to find an empty car parking space!
Tales from the mind of Kristian 