I fell off my bike. I cut my arms and hands and hip. I was a mess of blood and gravel. One kind person poured water on my wounds, another helped me to get home. I was humbled and inspired by their heartfelt generosity of spirit. At the local hospital I was patient, grateful and of good humour due to these two saints. When I sat by a tired mum with an injured child, I passed on the kindness by listening and caring and being attentive. Passing on the blessing.