What goes around comes aroud

My morning was horrible. I awoke at 6.30 in the dark and when I left my front door to walk the ten steps to the car, discovered it was drizzling. Driving to the station in my car, the roads were wet and I had a near miss when the bus in front of me stopped and I had to slam on my brakes, causing me to slide all over the road and only narrowly avoid a collision. I was shaken, but made it to the station and settled in for my usual hour and a half journey – but as the train ground to a standstill halfway to London I knew my stresses weren’t over. It turned out that someone had pulled the emergency cord after having a panic attack. Sympathetic as I tried to be, I along with the 500 other commuters on the train was late for work. So not a great to start to the day I think you’ll agree. But my day brightened considerably when I checked my e-mail and was greeted with brilliant news from my Tanzanian family; Isaya, the little Maasai boy I all but adopted last year is going to start school in January! He is such a bright child, but his family couldn’t afford to send him. I had written to the family months ago offering to help with fees. It works out at £95 for a whole year at school – including uniform and board. That’s the cost of a single meal in a nice restaurant in London, a good pair of shoes or a night at a hotel! How disparate opportunities are between Africa and the UK. So although it is by no means saving the World, I am very pleased to be able to provide this basic human right of education to someone who has made a huge difference in my life. And of course I am buying myself some karma. It’s what keeps the earth moving.