Sometimes an unexpected tragedy can be what binds a group of people together. Very early yesterday morning we heard from one of the people who live in our little street that a couple two doors away were killed on Friday night. A bus ploughed into their car when they were only a few blocks away from home. They left behind a young teenage daughter. News spread fast and preparations were made for a speedy funeral, as is the Muslim custom. Big Friendly was asked to go and so he did.
He came back touched and emotional. He had also forged new friendships. Imagine how excited he was this morning; it being a Sunday, to have found out the when and where of a Sunday doughnut maker in the neighbourhood! Big friendly’s shweetie, the lady who used to make the ones Big Friendly used to get, isn’t making them any more and he has been miserable. This morning, armed with his tupperware and along with every tupperware bearing kid in the ‘hood, he went off and came back doughnut handed. They are littler than the ones we are used to, and more syrupy. Well, they were. We are doughnutted out and both on a bit of a sugar rush.
These are the small things that make me feel connected.
I am about to go off and do a technical rehearsal for the PANSA We All Benefit gig at The Baxter this afternoon. The proceeds are going to The Red Cross and an organisation that works with foreigners on a long term basis. Apparently the gig is already sold out. That also makes me feel pretty connected. Which feels ok.