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Day 26 — Talk about the last "random act of kindness" you encountered.


I'm very sad to say that I have been thinking about this for over a week and I was finding it really difficult to think of the last random act of kindness that I encountered.
Until yesterday.



There is a Christmas market in Galway city centre at the moment
and at the edge of the market there is a merry-go-round.
As I was eating my lunch yesterday I was watching the children pick out their horses and cars for the next ride.

There was a little girl - maybe 3 years old - and she didn't fit securely into any of the remaining seats,
so her dad took her off the ride.
She cried her little heart out.
It was quite heart wrenching to be honest.

Then the loveliest thing happened.
A young boy of about 5 walked over to the little girl and gave her some sweets.
She stopped crying immediately.
Then, he offered to sit with the little girl in the ride for the next go if that was okay with her dad.

His mother seemed to beam with pride from where she stood.
Everyone smiled at the incident.
I thought it was adorable.
And beautiful.
Unfortunately I never got to see if they went on the ride together.
I had to go back to work.
But I found that the whole incident just warmed the cockles of my heart.
I hope it has warmed yours.

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