The Offering

When the plane landed on Australian Soil on the 30th of September 2007; I walked out a new person that was returning to her old life. A life that i wasn't sure i fitted into and didn't pretty much up until fairly recently.

I started a new job in an area i had once worked in. But i had lost touch with the person who stepped off the plane a few weeks earlier. I had lost all faith in humanity. But as i have realised it takes only the smallest of gestures to restore my faith and make me giggle about how wrong i was.

I can't recall the date, or the features of this person who pulled me to the ground after i had been floating around in the clouds since being in Europe, but i needed it.

It was like any other delivery; I made sure my lipstick was on (my lips plump and sexy), I stepped out of the car, put on a smile (hoping i got a nice tip). The things you do for money, my job was the closest thing to prostitution i would ever want to be involved with, i have already done some weird and wacky things for money (get your mind out of the gutter)

It was dark and the man switched on the porch light which instantly blinded me after adjusting to the darkness. All i needed from him was a signature to bind him to the purchase. But as usual i could not find the pen that i had specifically brought with me for the signing. The man ran around his house searching for this illusive instrument.

Finally he struck gold and the transaction was finalised. Then the most unexpected thing happened, he offered the pen to me. I'm unsure of what it actually looked like it could have been a fountain pen or a biro from a supermarket. But that does not matter, it was the fact this man who did not know my name, or who i was or if i deserve such kindness. But took it upon himself to extend his hand and offer me this symbol of the restoration of humanity.

I did not accept, as i was so shocked. The normal reaction is to say thank you, but no thank you. I cannot recall whether he offered it to me again or what happened next but this sweet gesture made me giggle in spurts throughout the rest of my shift. For me that pen was as beautiful as a diamond ring and i am so grateful for it. This man pulled me gently back to reality, he was my breath of fresh air.

I know to everyone else this little story may not affect you, but for me it was what i needed to realise that my time in Australia was as precious as my time in Europe.

Love & Light