Sometimes we need a little treat,
For no reason, just ’cause it’s sweet.
So here you go, enjoy from us,
We hope it gives you a little buzz.
This was our message in a Treat Box ordered anonymously for someone. The box was ordered for no other reason than we thought it was a nice thing to do for that person. We hope it will give her a little moment of calm in her busy life. We left it anonymous as we’re not quite ready to reveal Love Join Me yet and she would definitely work out who we are! We know that she, the original LJM, always thought about our treatbox’s recipient.
Inside we chose to put a bath bomb, a lip balm, a pencil, notebook and pocket mirror. We hope that she shares her surprise on social media (when the parcel arrives in a few days) so that we can update you as to its reception – hopefully with a photo!
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A sea of pink came down the hill over the horizon. I had my whistle and my foam hand at the ready. I was positioned well; I could hear the start so I knew it wouldn’t be long before they approached. Having run a Race for Life before I remember seeing marshals at the side of the route, cheering and clapping and showing the way. I never really thought about who they were and why they were there until now. Here I was with my own story, my life affected and changed by the terrible disease they were running for. There were thousands of them, I’m not sure exactly how many, but what surprised me was how many different people were doing it. There were older ladies, small children, teenagers, even young babies in slings and prams. One woman had a toddler on her back and a baby on her front! Let’s not forget the dogs!
Being near the start meant that it wasn’t long before the back markers passed and I was able to wander back to the start and finish line. I was really surprised that the front runner beat me back – now that was a fast time! I managed to watch as the second and third runners came in and was surprised by a young girl who came in the top ten. It was so inspiring. There were people selling flowers to raise money and the radio was encouraging you to buy them to give to family and friends running the race. I bought one and waited a while until a little girl ran near me and I gave her the flower.
I decided to wander back to the volunteering tent and on my way went via the board where people were putting their back signs – signs that showed who they were doing it for. It was moving – so many people affected by cancer, so many people whose lives have been changed because of this terrible disease. There was even someone who’d dedicated their run to Caroline Aherne, who had died aged 52 just the previous day. Many were running simply for “a cure” and I really hope the money raised today helps find just that.
I watched and clapped as the final people crossed the line. One of the final finishers was a young boy aged 8. He is called Kasabian and has been battling cancer since the age of 2. He has just finished 5 days chemotherapy and yet got round the whole 5km course. What an inspiring young man.
We really need to find a cure!
If you received a pint of A rh+ blood at St. James’s University Hospital in Leeds today it may well have been mine! Today I received a text message:
How fantastic that they can tell me that someone has received my blood! Whomever you are, I hope you are feeling better. I hope that you are on the road to recovery and can live a longer, better life. As I said in the first post about this Random Act of Kindness, she gave blood all the time before her diagnosis. Maybe it’s gone to someone like her?
But that’s not all. Love Join Me is working: it’s inspiring others to do the same. I posted about this on my personal Facebook page and, at the time of posting, at least three others have been inspired to donate! Her inspiration is spreading through us to others.
Who else will be inspired to donate? Will you?
It’s been a tough few days for the UK, whichever side of the fence you’re on. Division everywhere. Not least division between the rich and the poor.
Growing up, I can’t remember seeing or hearing about foodbanks. Even a decade ago I am not sure I knew of one. Today there are many and ‘foodbank’ is a word that is frequently heard. When I was little, we weren’t rich: a typical working-class family. But we were far from poor. We always had food on the table. The thought that people are struggling day to day to provide for their families is saddening. The thought of people going to bed hungry and cold or panicking about where their next meal is coming from is truly harrowing.
Today, I spotted a drop-off point in a Morrison’s store and swiftly decided to go and fill a basket. I hope that the simple gift of food will make someone smile, make someone reassured, make them not panic for a day or two and fill up the bellies of their children.
Food is a gift and shouldn’t be taken for granted yet it so often is, by me too. Spotting the drop off bin gave me food for thought indeed. Bon appetit!
It’s a Saturday (and a sunny one for a change!) and LJM 1&2 are together. Saturdays when we were children often involved visiting our grandparents and having tea with them. We’d watch Saturday night TV such as Gladiators (we were scared of Wolf), the Generation Game (we tried to remember all the items on the conveyer belt) and Big Break (“Snookering you, snookering you tonight!”). In 1994, I think it was November, the National Lottery appeared. I remember we chose our numbers excitedly (numbers which were used by our parents for years thereafter) and waited for the draw. “It could be you!” they said. It never was! Though we often talked of all our plans for what we’d do if we won. Her plans were mostly thinking of others, rather than herself: buying grandad a new car, for example.
But tonight it could be five other families. Tonight five families may watch the Lotto draw, excitedly hoping they’ve beaten the 14 million to one odds, or maybe humbly hoping for a tenner!
We went to the supermarket this lunch time and bought five lottery tickets and handed them out to five shoppers leaving the store. We hope you win! And if not, that a little excitement has been brought into your day.
I took up crochet as a hobby not that long ago, inspired by a few friends who were hooking. Since then I’ve managed to make a couple of things but I’m a notoriously slow crocheter. Last year we all made squares for a blanket for a poorly member of our group and we are making another at the moment. It’s taken me a long time to get organised and find the right colour wool but this week I finally did it. So, RAK 21 is a small gesture of a couple of squares I posted today to join the blanket. I will be attempting to make some more soon if I’m in time! I’m sure the recipient will love the blanket – so much thought and love is going into it.