TO BE HONEST…

 A few days ago we had a public holiday weekend in New Zealand known as King’s Birthday Weekend. For the past ten plus years on this weekend (previously known as Queen’s Birthday weekend) my brothers and sisters and their wives and husbands have travelled to Tutukaka, 30 kilometres north east of Whangārei to enjoy each others company and to celebrate one of my brother in law’s birthday. Congratulations Vern on your 70th this year. So many candles!                      On the Saturday morning, we were having a coffee together at the local Schnappa Rock restaurant and cafe. Val was sitting diagonally opposite me. During a lull in the conversation she said to me. “Look on the floor next to you.” To our surprise I picked up six $50 notes. My family looked even more surprised. I called a staff member over and handed the money to him. He said that it must have been left by a patron he knew from the night before and that he would try to contact him. No worries. About half an hour later he returned with good news that it was indeed the patron and he wanted to shout me a beer at our family dinner that evening. I saw the cafe owner Nick after our dinner and he introduced me to the happy man. He shook my hand vigorously and ‘high fived’ me as well! Lots of laughs too.                                                          Val wasn’t forgotten as he paid for her drink as well. Thanks mate.

POINTS to PONDER

Kindness and honesty go together. There was a chain of honesty between Val, myself, my family and cafe staff. We trusted each other to do the right thing. 

Put yourself in the shoes of the person who lost the money. How would you feel?

Treating each other like you would like to be treated works well in an increasingly cynical world.



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  1. SchnappaJune 10, 2023 at 1:05 PM

    Great Blog Spot Steve. You'll be pleased to know that yours & Vals collective kindness has resulted in an infectious smile from the 'happy man' - In saying that Happy is his general state.
    Always nice to see you all up here. Until next time... Regards and kind wishes. Nick and the Schnappa Crew

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