When I grow up, I want to drive the Karma Bus :)
Karma works in mysterious ways and I am a true believer in its magic.
The night before we left Bali just now, Mr Point Five and I were out dining at a lovely seafood restaurant and there was a large Russian family next to us. They were trying to get a group shot by setting up their camera on a timer and after watching them for a few minutes I got up and offered (by comical miming) that I would take their photo for them so they could all be in it together. They were very grateful and thanked me profusely with huge smiles and thumbs up – such a big difference made by such a small act of thoughtfulness and I thought nothing more about it, just happy to help.
Anyway – fast-forward to the next day and we are at the airport in the departure lounge, waiting to board our flight home. Master J who has been toilet trained for a few weeks now was back in a pull-up as he had a bad bout of bali-belly and I wasn’t chancing the four hour flight home in jocks. I asked the boys if they needed the toilet for the final time before we boarded and I noticed that Master J had a bit of a skiddy in his nappy. I made the ridiculous decision to change him into my only spare nappy for the flight and we were back in the departure lounge with ten minutes before boarding.
Suddenly he is pulling my dress – Mummy, I done Poo he says with a look of pure horror on his face. My poor, poor love had indeed filled his nappy with a terrible bali-belly mess and I realised we had no spare nappy, not even another set of jocks for the flight home.
I rushed him back to the toilets and a lovely lady at the front of the cue noticed my desperation and let me cut in front of her into the disabled loos where I cleaned him up. We left the toilets free-balling and my idea was to hunt the airport for a similar aged family and ask if I could buy a nappy from them. Mr Point Five was totally embarrassed by this thought but agreed that it was the only course of action. Desperate times etc…..
I saw a Chinese family with a toddler on tow and I asked the husband if he had a spare nappy I could have, explaining that we had had a “mishap” and we had none for our flight. He politely said No, he had no spare money and turned his back on me, rather aloofly . His wife heard me and came over, whacked him on the hand and laughed, explaining to him in his language that I said NAPPY, not MONEY. The poor love thought I was begging for money! NOW who was embarrassed!
He apologised profusely and opened his extremely well prepared carry-on case (mine did NOT look like that) and handed me 2 pull-ups. I nearly cried with relief! I tried to give him my left over rupiah but he and his wife wouldn’t take it. There were so delightful. I am sure they understood that they had effectively saved my life for the flight home.
We dacked Master J in the departure lounge (sorry Jetstar) and threw on a pullup for the flight home.
I firmly believe that what goes around, comes around.
If you are a nice person, nice things will happen for you also.
This situation only reaffirmed this theory and my general belief that (most) people are indeed very lovely indeed.
“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.” – Prime Minister David, Love Actually
What do you think? Do you believe in karma?