Walking…

Here’s another of life’s lessons:

Walking to church with F yesterday we stopped by P’s store to do some copying. One of his nephews was holding the fort and he got chatting to F in a friendly way as I copied away. Walking back out into the rain, we carried on a little further, until we came to a mother and her two young boys. She was looking stressed and told us she was searching for a nearby road but no-one could help her. She had never been to our town before, and so we chatted a little to her and then accompanied her to the bottom of the road she needed. F was very happy to help, and leaving the mother and her boys to make their way to their appointment in good time, we reflected on our journey together.

‘It’s good to walk, papa’, he observed out loud, ‘that way you can actually meet people and talk to them and help them…’

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