There’s something about Jennifer.

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The other day I was watching TV and Jennifer Byrne was on. (For those reading along from overseas, Jennifer is a well-known, very well-respected and much-loved journalist here)

I always like listening to what she has to say, as she is very bright and endearing. Somewhat refreshing in a landscape full of self promoting, agenda driven media personalities. So anyway, I was watching away when Horatio walked past and glanced at the screen. He stopped in his tracks and looked on. After a while, he said.. “Mum, do we know her?”

“I wish!” I told him and after a while he wandered off. I watched her. Her eyes were lively and interesting. She reminded me of a huge cup of tea, warm and nourishing.

Yesterday I was running some errands when I found myself eating some very average noodles in a food court. Slurping away, I approached by a lady and her small kid.

“I just wanted to say that I love you!” She said, her face was so open and warm that I could have hugged her. We chatted away about this and that and I felt like I had known her forever. She was obviously going through a cracker of a battle with cancer. If that person was you, please get in touch. You have not been far from my thoughts ever since.

The thing is, the world is so full of assholes, and we give then so much attention that sometimes we cannot see the good that is right in front of us because in a way, I think we have been trained to look out for the negative. I mean, who the fuck really cares?

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I love random acts of kindness. They fuel me. They are the cheddar to my Jatz. I love hearing about them, seeing them and I love trying to incorporate them into my day.

This morning I woke up and had an epiphany of sorts. A memory sprang out and slapped me across the face.

Horatio has always been very aware of people and can size them up pretty quickly. He is like my own little Yoda! Anyway, when he was about four and Jack was a delightful toddler, we would quite often start our day by walking up to our favourite cafe in Crows Nest, a busy little hole in the wall place with a few chairs out the front. While I was inside toddler wrangling, Horatio would quite often have a conversation with a lady who was also a frequent visitor to that particular cafe. Sometimes he would sit down at her table, or sometimes he would just stand and talk to her about the ways of the world, according to a four-year old. When it was time for us to go, they would wave goodbye to each other.

That lady was Jennifer Byrne.

There is something to be said for warm people, don’t you think?