I didn’t like the play but I loved the line. There is something incredibly telling in this line and the more imbedded I am in the humanitarian response world the more acutely aware of this I become. Humanitarian response wouldn’t exist without the kindness of strangers. Money, goods, petitions, volunteering, even working as a humanitarian all involve an array of strangers committing acts of kindness to help someone they don’t and probably never will know.
If I could be so bold as to add to Mr Williams’ words, yes I rely on the kindness of strangers but I have never been so dependent on my growing global family.
I’ve been in my new role for three months. Anyone who follows on me Twitter or Instagram will know I have taken to tagging everything with #Ilovemyjob. Honestly I do. It is without doubt one of the most rewarding and challenging roles I’ve been honoured to hold. More than that though the people I get to meet and work with are remarkable. And I mean that as literally as it can be meant. These people are worth taking the time to remark on. In previous blogs post I have talked about different people I’ve met since starting this humanitarian journey; women, children, colleagues, even school principals. Some of these people you meet for an hour and will never see again. Some are forever imprinted in your mind and their faces haunt you at 3am. Those special few become like family.
I am travelling a lot at the moment. I’ve just started the first week of a three week trip across three countries. My suitcase, which seems to be getting larger and heavier every time I use it, is filled with files, reports, equipment and cords. I have meetings, in offices, over meals and via Skype booked solid and when I am not in a meeting I have emails to respond to, stories to write, strategies to prepare and reports to digest. Yeah, I do love my job but this is not glamorous as some might think. And as much as you are always around people, the demands of work, if not managed carefully, can make you feel lonely very quickly.
Something rather special happened for this trip though. I was invited to stay at people’s houses. In the whole three weeks I am away I will not see in the inside of a hotel room. I get that this might sound horrible to some people but I was giddy with excitement and so honoured by the invites I may have gotten a tad teary as I clapped my hands with glee and rushed to buy company appropriate PJs.
Now I am nothing special. I am not being invited to people’s house, invited to join in family dinners or parties because I am amazingly hilarious and entertaining. Though for a single woman I do know some great Dad jokes! It is simply because these people are really, truly, genuinely kind. And they get it. When you travel a lot, when you work odd hours in order to be globally connected, when the things you see, do, read about and work on get serious, when you miss birthdays and farewells and brunches with your friends and family back home, they get that having that human connection, that kindness, that sense of support is important.
So thank you.
Thanks for your kindness for it is noticed, valued and relied upon more than you will ever know.
*Blanche DuBois, A Street Car Named Desire, Tennessee Williams