Many years ago she met a namesake at work who became a very good friend. Over the years we’ve not been in contact but have often thought of the wonderful friend that she had. So this RAK was to send her namesake a small gift! We were inspired by the spa days that they used to enjoy together.
Too often these days, correspondance is virtual and our door mats are full of advertisements, credit card offers & bills. I’m hoping that receiving postcards will brighten someone else’s day!
I only know the recipients at one of the addresses; all of the others are unknown to me! It was difficult to decide where to send them as I didn’t want to trawl the phonebook (which I don’t have a copy of anyway!) looking for random addresses. So what to do?
I’ve moved around quite a bit in my life – during childhood, at university and as an adult – and I still know some addresses and postcodes so I sent some postcards to my previous addresses then I trawled through the phone book on my mobile for a final address. Although I do know this person I don’t think they’ll guess who I am as we’ve lost touch over the years.
Now, I just need to find a post box and get them on their way!
I must have looked quite strange today going into a playground for 8-16 year olds with just a young baby, especially to the group of students on a field visit, but I wasn’t put off completing my task.
I had 50 bouncy balls to place around the park and had intended to put them in all sorts of places up climbing frames but there were some nice low stumps and they looked so colourful lined up that most of the balls were placed on those.
We have a family member who’s not getting out much, or at all really, due to a recent illness.
As it’s not much fun being stuck indoors, we decided to bring the outside in and send some flowers. I’m quite intrigued as to how the flowers will turn out as they are sent through the post in a box via Royal Mail! The online reviews are good so watch this space.
I have always known that I would donate my organs when I die. It’s something that I am very passionate about. In fact, I am very much in favour of an opt-out system. We don’t need our organs after death, so why not have someone else use them?
Despite being vocal about my beliefs on this, I’ve never actually done anything about it. I have always just presumed that my family would do the right thing and donate my healthy organs (and I’m sure they would have). But today I finally got around to signing up to the official organ donor register. They can have any bit of me they like when I’m no longer here. It took me less than two minutes to do.
There are 6455 people currently waiting for an organ transplant, many of whom will die waiting.
She always wanted to donate her organs but sadly due to her cancer was unable.
Five years ago I was going through one of the hardest times of my life: an IVF cycle, which fortunately resulted in the perfect boy sleeping next to me (it’s 6pm, such an inappropriate nap time; I’m dreading bed time already!).
IVF was hard. Really hard. More so because you keep it quiet from most of the world. I could have felt alone, but I didn’t because I had found online friends and support groups, people who ‘got’ it. My family were great too, but I think that it is so important having people who truly understand what you’re going through as they’re going through the same thing or have been through it.
So when I chanced upon an old friend from school on Facebook and started chatting and found that she was going through what I experienced 5 years ago, I offered my support. She’s currently at a crucial time in her IVF journey and so I thought a little care package would be nice (when I was going through it, an online friend sent me a care package and it was one of the most thoughtful and unexpected gifts I’ve ever received).
I have left the bag of goodies on her door handle. I’m slightly concerned that a) she won’t see it or find it for ages b) she’ll open the door handle from inside and the bag will fall possibly breaking one of the gifts c) someone will take it! But I couldn’t ring the bell because I had nowhere to hide/run and I can’t run fast enough (eek for the running RAK!). So I just have to hope that none of these scenarios occur!
The bag is full of healthy and protein filled snacks that are perfect for nurturing a possible baby as well as some chocolate (because you can’t have a treats bag without chocolate!), a relaxing candle, a well-being drink called “little miracles”and a card. I decided to make it anonymous although it’s completely obvious it’s from me. I also put in a lovejoinme business card. I think she will be the first person who will know of one of our identities. We’re hoping to keep most RAKs anonymous or at least not mention it’s part of our project for as long as we can. All will be revealed in the summer for a very particular reason.
Whilst I was pregnant with my first child I joined a Facebook group of women who were all due babies in the same month (I’ve previously mentioned this here in RAK #16). Recently, one mum in the group told everyone how she was feeling low and struggling with depression. It made me sad to read about it but I admired her strength to talk openly with others. I really admire this lady; she has always given fantastic advice about breastfeeding, babies with allergies, cloth nappies and lots of other things! I’ve always thought of her as a wise person and her advice is always very welcome & I trust it.
Although I’m not friends with her on Facebook I managed to find her husband & messaged him asking for their address so I could send her something as a surprise to cheer her up.
There is a great website that LoveJoinMe1 found called blurtitout.org who put together BuddyBoxes aimed at people with depression. They describe them as “a hug in a box”. Because they only send them monthly, she won’t receive it until May but when she does, I really hope it makes a difference and that it helps in her recovery.
When LoveJoinMe1 & I were at university we used to send each other parcels and letters very often. When I lived in halls of residence they used to put all of the mail out on a big circular table in the dining room and I’d look forward to searching for my name (or a funny variation of it) and seeing it on the front of a packet or envelope. It’s been years since we left uni and stopped doing this but this week I decided to send LJM1 a surprise parcel as a RAK.
In years gone by we’d send sweets and small cute keepsakes (I remember sending tiny clay animals in my parcels!) but this time I sent some new clothes I thought she’d like, a post card and some stickers for her Little LoveJoinMes.
Although we set out on a mission to do Random Acts of Kindness, I decided to do this for her because she deserves it. And because I love her a lot.