Feel Good Stories
Feel-good stories are not the modern trend
either in books or movies. In most minds today a good story must include a
cliffhanger, a gory murder and a twist in the tale ending, not to mention the
rising curve in the narrative arc. Yes, I’m guilty too. There is nothing better
for me than a sit on the edge of your chair thriller. But today I want to share
three true life stories with a feel good factor. It is Christmas after all.
So here goes, STORY
NUMBER ONE – DRIVING HOME FROM TESCO
Suddenly, my husband
said, “Let’s stop at the golf club for a burger.”
Relieved I was excused
from another mundane household chore, he got an affirmative from me. The grub
was good and barely half an hour later, we started to drive left to our house
less than a mile further up the road. The road was closed.
“You can’t go up there,”
said the friendly policeman, “Freak accident, there’s a tree right across the
road. No one caught under it.”
This was one of those
what if moments. But that’s not the end of the story. Our neighbour and several
other enterprising wood-burning enthusiasts of the village arrived on the scene
with their chainsaws. (Ours as is usual was out of action, but our trailer came
in useful.) Before Highways could assist, most of the road had been tidied!
The parish council
provided a free Christmas two course lunch for the over 60’s in the village
with wine/beer. The local pub owner donated the cooked turkey. We all went home
with a big slab of Cadbury’s. Arriving late, we were unable to sit with the
folk we knew. The last two seats were on a table with a youngish man and a very
old lady. Wanting to keep a clean slate, I spoke to the old lady, quite unable
to follow her conversation and smiling and nodding as much as I could. At the
end of our time together she turned to me and said,
“I’m so glad you sat
next to me. I thought I’d go home as quickly as possible but you made it a very
pleasant afternoon by talking to me.”
Well I was doing the
listening and she was doing the talking but it was great to be complimented.
STORY NUMBER THREE –
DRIVING HOME FROM TESCO THE SEQUEL
By now you must have realized
that the visit to Tesco is more or less a daily ritual. A few days ago I was
there again. As I veered around the vegetable section, my eyes lit up. That
yellow discount sticker was visible. I hesitated for just a moment. Could I
commit my afternoon? Yes, armed with loads of strawberries, raspberries,
blackberries and plums for ten percent of the price, I was a very happy lady.
Scraping around for a
lick of lemon juice, as the jam sugar had all been used, I produced eight jars
of mixed fruit jam, to be gifted to the whosoever.
So what’s the point? For
me, it is; listen to your inner voice, abandon your routine when appropriate
and have a feel-good Christmas.
Lovely post, Rosalie! Thanks. Enjoyed the feel good stories, especially the village one, being my favourite. Have a blessed Christmas. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteYes I know you live in London, as I did once, but I now love villages like the one I live in. But wherever we are as long as the Lord is with us, we need fear nothing, amen.
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