Regular readers will know that I seem to have an eye for the sweetest of small human moments. I’m recalling one such moment now, from the village tea party of a few weeks ago.
A friend to many in the village , is a chap called Nick
A bright and lively man, Nick, is facing a rare neurological illness which has affected him physically and psychologically, but still he arrived with a friend to the party and seemed immediately surrounded by more male friends from Trelawnyd.
I watched them carefully, and was reminded of the close bonds forged by the male pack members of a wolf family.
Without fuss, one friend brought a chair, another a drink and yet another put a gentle hand on a shoulder as they chatted away, watching the band play and the visitors gossip.
As one pack member moved away, another took his place and for a group of Welsh men, not always known for their emotional intelligence , I saw a great deal of love and care in those simple interactions.
I too joined the pack circle that afternoon, and thought at the time just how lucky I am to be a part of such a group of such genuine people .
What a lovely thing for all those men to do, and I suspect not one of them did anything consciously. Just friends instinctively supporting a friend, as it should be. xx
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