Actually proud of both of them at different times for different reasons recently. This time it's daughter number two though. She's a postie / courier / newspaper deliverer and doesn't mind going the extra mile a bit. I got an e-mail from her telling me that one of her elderly clients made her day by leaving her a wee cake as a thank-you. I asked her for what and she sent the following:
"Yeah, I realised this morning some wisdom, which I shall now impart on you.
An act small and insignificant to you can mean a lot more to someone else than you realise.
It can turn looking for your Sunday paper from a cold wander down the drive and trying to find it in your garden, into opening your door, picking it up and going back inside.
My reason, as I have explained to you before, for delivering to the doors of the old folks is because of what mum told me when she broke her leg, that most elderly who fall and injure a hip/leg will never get out of hospital. To me it's just doing my bit to ensure that someones Grandma or Grandad doesn't end up in hospital because they slipped on ice going to get their paper.
This detour up their drives adds probably 90 seconds onto my day. Not a great deal to me, but I guess to these elderly people it makes them feel that one more person is caring for them and trying to make their day a bit easier, and hopefully they understand that is respect for them, not feeling sorry for them, that makes me want to do it.
There is no better reward than knowing you've made a difference to someones newspaper reading pleasure!"
Doing stuff like that is that it's how my Dad lived his life and it's how I've lived mine. It's just so cool so see that carrying on into another generation.
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