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Would You Serve the Milk of Human Kindness to Mason in a Jar?
My life is full of meaning to me. The life around me must be full of significance to itself. If I am to expect others to respect my life, then I must respect the other life I see. Albert Schweitzer
Some days we need a story of kindness to keep our souls warm. Speaking for myself, surrounded by such negative talk around the world, television updates and social media that drains your brain looking for some reprieve from words like abuse, conspiracy, injustice, evil wars and humanity's suffering at so many levels.
So, a rare true story of unselfish kindness stands out as a beacon of hope to believe in people like little old ladies and cats in particular. Even a small crocus with golden eyes can bring a smile within muddy dirt.
Meet Barbara Switter, Barbs more commonly, and Mason, the stray cat who escaped a jar on his head with human kindness.
She had outlived her husband for several years with a small pension and old age security; still living in her small house with a large verandah edged with tall golden cornflowers saying “very healthy for the teas and the bees.” She still drove a small hatchback for shopping and appointments…
