Five times this week at the gym, someone needed help. The Gods are going beyond the synchronicity of three. What about help for me for a change? I'll not go today, and instead ask to use my tenants' gym.
My tenants had arrived in November, sent from Heaven - they seek and speak only of love. They keep asking me to ride their speedboat, teach me to swim, and borrow their motor-home. And they keep cooking me the tastiest English dinners. Tenants from Heaven, which makes a change to tenants from hell sometimes experienced. If I use their gym, no-one will be there to help. Hooray! (Yes I know, bad thought, but surely a day off is OK?)
Just the lady was in, with her usual broad smile of love. Unlike when helping naked men in the sauna, I didn't need to strip off. After pounding the treadmill for a quick 20 minutes aerobics, I found her in the dining room.
'We've been thinking,' she said. 'We'd like to start a charity, and raise money, but don't know how. Can you help?'
There was me being silly, hoping for a day off. There's one person here, and she needs help! 'Yes, of course, I'd love to help you start a charity.' I used to be a business consultant. 'What do you need to know? Monetary aspects, structure, form application, trustees? Or...'
My words were cut short. 'You misunderstand,' she said sweetly. 'We don't want to raise money for OUR charity. We want to raise money for yours! We want to help YOU.'
Huh? This is an unusual gym experience. It's usually me helping others. ''I don't have a charity,' I said. 'I help Nepal schools because friends who trust me donate.'
'Exactly. We trust you. We've got £75 already.' She held out the money. 'It's 10% of our horse-racing winnings.'
For once I was speechless. Apart from rent, whoever heard of a tenant giving their landlord money? 'How else can we give,' she asked. 'That's what we need to know. Come to dinner tonight and we'll discuss it.'
'Thank you so much,' is all I managed to say.
We give ourselves to help others. When the angels and Gods think we've done enough, they give back, without us even needing to ask.
My tenants had arrived in November, sent from Heaven - they seek and speak only of love. They keep asking me to ride their speedboat, teach me to swim, and borrow their motor-home. And they keep cooking me the tastiest English dinners. Tenants from Heaven, which makes a change to tenants from hell sometimes experienced. If I use their gym, no-one will be there to help. Hooray! (Yes I know, bad thought, but surely a day off is OK?)
Just the lady was in, with her usual broad smile of love. Unlike when helping naked men in the sauna, I didn't need to strip off. After pounding the treadmill for a quick 20 minutes aerobics, I found her in the dining room.
'We've been thinking,' she said. 'We'd like to start a charity, and raise money, but don't know how. Can you help?'
There was me being silly, hoping for a day off. There's one person here, and she needs help! 'Yes, of course, I'd love to help you start a charity.' I used to be a business consultant. 'What do you need to know? Monetary aspects, structure, form application, trustees? Or...'
My words were cut short. 'You misunderstand,' she said sweetly. 'We don't want to raise money for OUR charity. We want to raise money for yours! We want to help YOU.'
Huh? This is an unusual gym experience. It's usually me helping others. ''I don't have a charity,' I said. 'I help Nepal schools because friends who trust me donate.'
'Exactly. We trust you. We've got £75 already.' She held out the money. 'It's 10% of our horse-racing winnings.'
For once I was speechless. Apart from rent, whoever heard of a tenant giving their landlord money? 'How else can we give,' she asked. 'That's what we need to know. Come to dinner tonight and we'll discuss it.'
'Thank you so much,' is all I managed to say.
We give ourselves to help others. When the angels and Gods think we've done enough, they give back, without us even needing to ask.
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