Short Essay On Kindness

Kindness

One fine morning, when the dew still grabbed onto the tall grass, a strange man wandered down the red mud road of a small African village. As he got closer and closer to the small houses, the villagers realised that he was not simply passing through. The stranger was greeted with frightened and worried stares. Only the stranger himself knew that all he was looking for was a roof to sleep under and a small bit of food for a few days.

The stranger approached each house, asking for a place to rest his tired feet until the time came for him to carry on with his journey into the far off mountains. Each time the stranger asked, he was turned away with the same rude answer; “No sir, I do not know who you are. Go away!” Tired and troubled, the strange man sat down on the hard ground and let out a deep sigh. Minutes had passed and the stranger decided that it would be best if he walked a little further down the dirt road and found a tree to sleep in. He pushed himself up from the ground and looked up.

Standing in front of him was a man who had a young boy and girl hiding behind each of his legs. “My, don’t you look sad, young man. Please tell me what is wrong.” The man had a kind face and caramel coloured eyes. The two children did not look much older than five or six years. “Sir, I am hungry and tired and I don’t have a place to stay. I have been turned away by all of the other villagers.” The man said nothing, he simply put one hand on the stranger’s shoulder and led him to a small house in the village. Inside, the house had white walls with small cracks in them, showing Jules just how old they were. There were two small bedrooms, a single bathroom and a tiny kitchen joined with a living room and a small dining room stood on th...

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...that family for their kindness. Here I am. And I brought money to thank you for your kindness.” Tears burned Jules’ eyes as he told his story. “You did not have to repay us, Jules,” Sam said. “But I wanted to,” Jules replied.

Emily invited Jules in as Sam brought his bag in. “You will live with us Jules, we are your family now,” Sam began, “You can help me farm and sell my fruit and vegetables. We will make a bed for you.” Jules’ lips stretched into a smile, “Thank you, thank you so much! I will not let you down.”

Jules sat at the crooked table once again, but this time he was not a stranger, he was family. He had never tasted a more delicious meal in his life, nor smiled so much in his life. This was his new home, the small house down the red mud road. He didn’t need a big house to call home, all he needed was a family. A little family in the village of kindness.