Seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary 3

Another guest post from June Angela, a Tyke in Exile:

An old man stood in the shop doorway sheltering from the thunderstorm and downpour of the heavens. His back was bent forward and his stick supported his weight of seventy years. He hadn’t come to buy, just to shelter from the rain. I joined his company at the door conversing how welcome he was to shelter for as long as he needed. He turned and looked me in the eye with almost a leprechaun twinkle and a grateful smile. His accent seemed familiar perhaps Geordie, no he said Irish with a long spell of work in the northeast that had left its twang. Eventually the heavens closed and he bid me farewell with a wave of his stick and a glint of gratitude and then the old dear bid me good day and disappeared as quickly as he came. I ran to the shop doorway to see him in the street. I looked left, that side of the street was bare and on the right there he was hobbling off on his merry way.

Phew! he was for real and a messenger teacher in my eyes. I had that humble feeling again what did it mean? My thoughts were in offering shelter and protection for the vulnerable and those in need without judgement or critique and how simple it was to make someone simply and genuinely happy. Today was another inspiring day to see the extraordinary in the ordinary. Did you spot yours today? xx