We sometimes forget how lucky we are.

Every so often something stops me in my tracks to remind me just how lucky we are. We live lives that would be unimaginable to starving children who have to hustle through rubbish tips and elderly people with dementia freezing in their dirty homes.

Their lives aren’t fluffy and presented with sun saturated pastel colours, but a reality that we are lucky to mostly escape in our centrally heated homes. Something easily forgotten as we curse a train making us wait in the rain for 10 minutes, something not considered as we grumble about an off remark over a loaded desk, something not worried about as we get rid of another dress that isn’t fashionable any more.

Volunteering and charity. We forget how lucky we are.

Sitting on my couch with tears every Red Nose Day, every Christmas appeal for donations, every Children in Need, every time I see a cancer charity hoping to find a cure, every time it reminds me how lucky we are to live where we do.

To have warmth, to have choice, to have people who care, to have health, to have food in the cupboard. So many things that we take for granted.

Volunteering and charity. We forget how lucky we are.

Many corporations get involved in charitable works as an exercise in PR and tax breaks, but why not use a scrap of their profit and influence to do something better in the community. You and I, we probably can’t change the world, but there will be something small we can do. Smile at that lonely old lady wobbling down the street, donate the cost of a coffee and croissant to a needy cause, volunteer for a day, clean out that overflowing closest to a nearby charity store, sign up to donate blood.




I thought we can’t change the world, but maybe we can, one small act of kindness at a time.

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