Katie and I were on our way back to the car from one of our favourite op-shops yesterday (with our arms full of newly acquired vintage sheets, books and a vinyl copy of The Smiths’ album ‘Louder Than Bombs’) when Katie suddenly came to a stop. I turned around to see her crouched down, picking up a poor little snail who had wandered too far into the car park. After packing our treasures into the back of the car, we walked across the car park together and popped the snail down in a large patch of grass.
While I took these photos, I thought about how lucky that little guy was that Katie happened to walk past and see him before he was squished. It also reminded me of just how lucky I am. Few people would bother to stop and rescue a snail, but just like when Katie found Daisy, she came across someone who needed help and couldn’t continue on her way until something had been done. I love and admire Katie’s sense of compassion.
Going by what we share here, it might seem like Katie and I are exactly alike, but in reality we are very different to each other. Our perspectives are often poles apart, we don’t always agree on things, we communicate very differently and we are polar opposites in many ways, but when it comes to what really matters we are on the same page. We share the same core values, beliefs and ideals. Though to many it might seem a strange thing thing to do, had I seen the snail first I would like to think I’d have stopped and put him out of harm’s way. Watching Katie do exactly that I was struck by just how fortunate I am to have found someone so wonderfully different yet perfectly alike myself. In a world filled with so many people it seems so unlikely that we should find each other. Yet somehow, we did.
Isn’t it funny how these tiny, seemingly insiginifcant moments can catch us by surprise and fill us with gratitude?
That snail and I, we sure are lucky