Christmas Kindness

Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no
logical end. Scott Adams

I was taken off the street by a friend, invited to her 'family' party. What a family!

All the people, 60 or so are from the old neighborhood in the Bronx. The group is on it's second generation and many young adults were in attendance.

They came from Newburgh and near Philly, Saratoga and still the Bronx all to be with a wonderful woman and her mother for Christmas eve. A verity of ethnics, all from the strong roots of a good neighborhood relationship from 20 or more years ago.

Knowing only the hostess, we have worked together, I stood in the kitchen, which is part of the action, while the flow of people came and filled plates. There I could help a bit and talk to those who stayed to eat there and others who liked the kitchen better than the beautiful dining/living room. They told old stories and new ventures, all with the same punch line, 'we were neighbors in the Bronx.'

The gracious home is tile and beige, but the eclectic decorations, Japanese, Hispanic, contemporary and even a shard from Israel that I gifted years ago.

The food, oh, the food, meat of several types, rice and corn, rice, beans of several types, home make slaws and salads. Chicken arrived and the deserts were awesome, chocolate cake, pies and a tree full of cup cakes.

All so LOVEly.