A little story, not really relevant to woodworking but I thought it was worth passing on.
As part of the advocacy work I do a young mother and her children were brought to me to see if I could help.
The story is and relates to social injustices in our legal and health system. It took a few years to get a resolution and my family became fond of this family of brave little troupers. The three children are disabled. When I first saw them they were so terrified of strangers that they hid behind their mother's legs till gradually they begun to trust me and would race up Opa, Opa and want to be picked up and given a hug and a cuddle. Their mother would often say the children knew I was coming before I came to the door and would already be waiting for me.
My family has accepted them as an extension of the family and the mother is accepted as another daughter and the children as nieces and nephew.
My family bring items that might be useful and as the mother is a very intelligent girl, my children often ask her for advice about their children's upbringing, especially those with ADHD children as she has had some 26 years experience with ADHD and autistic spectrum children.
When leaving I call out Opa is leaving and they come up for a cuddle.
However, recently the eldest girl I noticed started to hang on to me and I asked the mother was there anything wrong with her or at school. She said no, she did not think so. I explained her behaviour and her mother said "Oh you were in hospital recently, she now realises that you may not live forever and she is clinging to you for assurance.
I had a little talk with her and said Opa has this plan. He plans to live until he is eighty and then will review it again. That seemed to relieve her a bit. I guess because 80 is still a couple of years away and by that time she will be older.
The family had suffered from domestic violence both emotional and physical violence. The mother said you are special to them and their idol. They trust you and know they can come to you if they have problems.
I thought it was heart warming to be able to give some love, care and protection to children who will face difficulties throughout their life.
As I said it is not really a woodie story but I hope you like it. It is representative of some of the outcomes of advocasy work. It is as you may gather, something I am passionate about, having been a victim of physical violence while living in an orphanage during WW2 years. It engendered in me an extreme dislike for bullies, whether individuals, corporations or government departments and I will willingly do what I can to help those who are vulnerable.