Many years ago at Christmas time I parked my car in the town centre on my way to the post office to post my Christmas cards. It was the last posting day for Christmas cards if they were to be1before Christmas.2I came out of the car park I saw a boy who was3and holding his right hand side. I 4some bigger boys had perhaps bullied him and he was in5. I had to go to his aid and see if I could6.
He told me that his sister who was a7had bought him a Christmas present. It was a mobile phone. He only had it days when he8it and cracked the screen! That's9he was holding his right hand side of his body—his mobile phone was in the upper right hand pocket of his coat. The little guy was extremely 10, tears rolling down his face as he told all this to me. My heart11for him. It was clear he12his present and knew that this was a lot of money for his 13to spend on him, for nurses didn't make much money. He'd been to a phone shop and they'd told him it would be ￡80 to get a new14.
I had to help, though I was15to make ends meet myself. I searched my purse and gave the boy the only ￡20 I could find and made some16as to why I could only give him so little. I didn't want him to know it was all I had until pay day. I could not17pay for his phone to be repaired but I hope the18he received from a stranger was19that stayed with him when he became a man.
The Christmas cards not getting posted somehow didn't seem20; greater issues had been addressed with a kindness stamp.
