Never has this been more true than this morning. I came downstairs to head off to work. I was running very late - which inevitably means sitting in horrendous traffic for 30-40 min longer than it normally takes me to get to work.
I live in a fairly decent, you could say upperclass, neighborhood. And as I got to my car I noticed a disheveled man poking through the bins looking for clothes/food. He had a few plastic bags on him already filled to the brim with other people's shoes, clothes, discarded kumkums. It was a cold morning, and even though I was late, I remembered that I had a box-full of promotional T-shirts from the company I work for in the boot (trunk) of my car. I took out a few of the shirts - I did not think my work would mind too much - and I went and gave them to the man. "Shakran Shakran" He was soooo grateful.
I had just returned to my car when a thought came to me that I am always complaining about the clutter in my apartment that needs to be cleaned up. I have a huge iMac box full of my husband's old clothes that has been sitting, tablecloth draped over it, in our lounge since the day after we got married. I have a cupboard full of old dishes that the previous owner of our flat left when she moved out. I have a suitcase full of old blankets and pillows that a friend gave to me to "look after" when he made Yeridah and never came back! Everywhere CLUTTER CLUTTER CLUTTER !
I went back to the man and told him to come back tomorrow at lunch time and I will give him clothes and blankets and dishes and food - he "shakraned" me a few more times and now I have the daunting task of dealing with the mess in my apartment that I have been meaning to take care of for sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long. But it's all for a good cause!
