Odd Shots and Macro Monday are here
Mommy Wizdom is our host this week and you will find more participants at her blog.
The assignment this monday is : Your job this week is to go out and perform a random act of kindness. This act may be for someone you know or for a perfect stranger. It can be big or small, it'll all up to you. Obviously, it should be something within your means.
If you've had a random act of kindness bestowed on you (recently), we'd love to hear about it. How did it impact you? How did it make you feel?
It's quite difficult to talk about an act of kindness I did myself, because when I am kind, I find it normal and not something to shout out into the whole world. But I remember one act of kindness because it made me so furious that I would never forget ! This happened in February this year when it was very cold.
Since the ancient communistic countries opened there borders, we have an invasion of them coming here for work or for mafioso purposes. There is a rumanian "Mafia" who are coming with young women with babies or toddlers and sent them out for begging. It's always the same. A full of golden chaines decorated "pimp" appears in a black van with at least 8 or 10 women in it and leaves them out in front of supermarkets or shopping malls. There they have to stay the whole day until he comes and picks them up again. The police can't do anything usually they have tourist visas and they go away of course if they see them.
So one day I saw a young woman holding an about one year old baby in her arms asking for money. I noticed with horror, that the poor child had no socks and shoes and it was so cold !
I tried to figure out the size of the feet, stormed in the shop and bought warm little socks and padded warm little slippers. I ran out again and gave both things to the young woman. She looked very surprised, happy but full of fear at the same time. I stayed with her and helped to put on the socks and the shoes, while she was looking anxiously around. I hoped the pimp would show up to jump at his throat and strangle him, but nobody was in view. She thanked me with a smile and I went away. But I turned around to look at them a little later and I saw a young man, probably her husband who looked at the socks and the shoes and also seemed quite happy. The only one who was probably more than furious was the "pimp" who wanted money and no baby shoes !
I never give money, I buy food if there is written "I am hungry".
This is a picture I took today with a zoom, hidden behind a car. Another poor victim. The worst thing is, these women don't dare to do anything against these men ! They behave like beaten women.