My Story

Once i was asked why i wanted to volunteer to go to Ghana to help. My answer was bland and i wasn't picked to go.
Thinking of that day years ago i now have the answer i wish i had given.
Like a well thought out harsh come-back hours too late.
I should have stood and spoken the truth.. I was abused mentally and sexually as a child to adolescence i would say this NOT for pity
It was a hard life i was born into
Not much hope or joy we were poor
I found myself alone when the Law got involved men in suits surrounding me
Strangers. Questions. Fears.Tears. Poked and prodded
I was in limbo lost to all.
The one thing i remember though, like a beacon of hope, a handful of uniformed police who took it upon themselves to comfort me.
Buy me coke and chocolate consoled me even though it wasn't absolutely necessary.
I felt their genuine care
I felt hope at what they told me
That I was WORTH something
And so with that little ray of sunshine in an otherwise bleak existence
Id say this... Go out into the world full of evils .. You CAN make a difference.
Just one smile and a thoughtful word brought me back to life!
Just What good can come from small acts of kindness paid forward each and every day?.
if we can help in any way don't we have a duty to try?
All it took was a smile
Thats not much is it.
So to the question id have finished by saying.. That i thought i had it hard..
Theres always worse off out there!
So whining about lack of money
Moaning at the price of petrol
Be grateful for whatever you have
You never know when it can go.
And go help out smile be kind
Because every one of us has a story.