OVERHEARD STORIES TO TOUCH YOUR HEART!!
Well, as the world grieves the death of the Black Panther actor “CHADWICK BOSEMAN”Strange and beautiful things continue to happen to each of us every day, and sometimes you just cannot keep silent about them. This is what inspired, in association with another website based in the United States called “Brightside.me” a special online project that allows people to share anonymously all the heart-warming, hilarious, sad, inspiring and wonderful stories from people's lives that they overhear. The names and locations in these stories are concealed for purposes of anonymity.
We are always
happy to share those stories that made at least one person's day a little more
joyful. However as you read on, you will notice that most of these stories are
not from around Uganda. Most of them are actually from abroad. This is due to
the laxity of the “wanainchi” to share their stories. If you have a touching
story, please e-mail it to me and I will share it on my blog ASAP. So here are
such tales to inspire you and warm your heart.
KINDNESS
· A very elderly man with a
large packet in his hands always comes by our apartment block every morning.
The whole courtyard comes alive when he shows up; all the local cats and their
kittens run up to him from all directions, purring and rubbing his legs. He
tries to give some of his attention to each one of the animals, petting them,
talking to them. Then he goes to their bowls scattered underneath the nearby
trees, cleans them, ladles out some pet food from his packet, and pours some
milk and fresh water. And then the whole crowd of cats scampers over to have
breakfast. His wife, who prepares the food, keeps watching him all the time
from the window. Both of them are in their seventies, and they set aside part
of their pensions every month for cat food and other treats for the cats. He
comes to feed them every day, rain or shine. Whenever I see him, I want to
thank him with all my heart, because he does not just help all the stray pets,
but he has also changed the way our neighbours treat them, too. Many were
inspired to start feeding them as well, some are even trying to find homes for
them. There is kindness in this world!
· I was walking my dog, and I
passed by a bench where a girl was sitting talking on her phone, crying silent
tears. And she was saying in a flat voice that everything was OK, that she
would not miss him, that she did not love him either. She hung up and started
sobbing. And in my mind I saw everything that I had been through: how I had
been sitting just like her, choking back tears, how I didn't feel like living
anymore - because what’s the point of living without your beloved? I sat
next to her quietly, pulled my dog closer on its lead. She petted him for a
very long time, then thanked me and left. I hope she's fine!
· Not long ago I was sitting
on the porch with my husband, my mother and my daughter when I saw a horse with
a cart running down the hill at full speed. And in the cart there was a girl
who must have four, crying and calling for help. And all of a sudden I was trying
to seize the reins with even knowing how I got there, and then I ended up on
all fours between the feet of the animal. In moments like that, you don't even
think about whether you're in danger or not - you just know that you have to
help. I scraped my knees badly. I got up, trying to run after the horse, and
then I understood that I could not catch up with it. My husband and I jumped in
our car and rushed after them. My husband blocked the horse's way a little bit,
and I seized those damned reins. We grabbed the child, calmed her down. And we
didn’t know who the girl was or who her parents were. So we turned the horse
back, left the car and went around the village asking the locals whose child it
was. Eventually, we found her mother and her grandfather. The grandfather had
scraped his knees badly just like me, after he had also tried to catch up with
the horse. It turned out that the horse had been scared by a tractor and
dashed off. And then my husband started laughing at me, saying that there were
burning wooden houses in the village waiting for me to put them out!
· I was ten years old when I
tried to first start earning money. I made knitted napkins and sewed oven
gloves. Then I gave them to the art centre to sell. And when they sold them they
gave me a few coins. I was awfully proud! And only in my thirties did I learn
that it was my granny who had gone there every time and bought all my hand-made
napkins. She still uses them today.
compiled by:
OKELLO ELIOT
OTWAO for eliotwaokello.blogspot.com
and
THOMAS K. ERICKSEN for brightside.me
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