A Wheelbarrow Full of Kindness

“Your one random act of kindness may not change the world but it might make a difference in the life of someone today”
Maria Koszler

Our winter resembles this tangle of wisteria vines in the front of our house. It has been a surreal experience in cancerlandia. The best way for us to survive the maze of doctors, treatments, and medical opinions without getting sucked into the vortex of cancerlandia has been to find enjoyable distractions, such as landscaping.


We took our old chainsaw to the repair shop, and Cory and I began to tackle the jungle of dead trees, the overgrowth of vines, and piles of composting leaves that had taken our property hostage.

I needed a wheelbarrow to haul the cut branches and logs to the woodpile located near the basement and our wood stove. A trip to Lowe’s was in order.


I found the perfect wheelbarrow, a cute cobalt blue one. We eyeballed our hatchback Honda Civic and hoped the wheelbarrow would fit inside the trunk.

Uh oh! No way! This really made me miss Nicaragua and my creative Nicaraguan friends because if we bought something too large to take home on our motorcycle, there was always a way to get it home cheaply and safely. Where were my Nica friends? They would offer to put it on the roof of a Tuk Tuk or wheel it to our house a kilometer away along the shoreline’s sandy path.

Instead, we asked how much it would cost to deliver it. $59? Outrageous. Maybe we could strap it to the roof? But, we had no rope and blanket to protect the roof. Maybe we could take it apart. So, Cory went into Lowe’s to get a wrench, while I stood in the parking lot beside my cute cobalt blue wheelbarrow, scratching my head in befuddlement.

Surprises await under the composting leaves…wild irises.


People stopped, we chatted, and we laughed together at my predicament. They offered crazy suggestions like attaching it to the bumper and dragging it home. I told them about the time a Nicaraguan friend spotted a person in a wheelchair dragged on the interstate at night by a motorcyclist and two flashlights illuminating the way. Nothing was impossible in Nicaragua. I missed that!

Lester’s photo of the wild irises blooming on his property. Spring is on the way.


A couple pulled into the parking spot beside me and asked where we lived. “Hey! That is on our way home. Today is Sunday and you have been blessed. Let’s put your wheelbarrow in the back of our Subaru and we will follow you to your house,” they said.

We were incredibly grateful. Cory and I laughed on the way home. What if they don’t follow us and speed away with my wheelbarrow? “Remember Mom,”Cory said, “ It is Sunday and we have been blessed.”

My daffodils are blooming! A delightful rememberance that spring is coming.


They refused gas money. They told us to pay forward their kindness by doing a random act for another stranger. So, Cory ran into the house and returned with his 1890 sour dough starter because he learned, while chatting with them, that they enjoyed making bread.

Their one random act of a wheelbarrow full of kindness, didn’t change the world, but it made a difference in our lives. Spring is on its way…Ron is getting stronger and healthier everyday…and most importantly, we are grateful for a tiny random act of kindness to help us untangle the wisteria vines and realize what really matters in this mad, mad world!


22 thoughts on “A Wheelbarrow Full of Kindness

  1. Love your blog. I’ve missed it recently since the sad events in Nicaragua. My heart is with you both in your recent health experience. Your posts are beautiful to me. May you have health and peace.

  2. The aroma of those daffodils ALMOST reaches my computer! Great story and again – great images- to remind me of those touches from the other life that are so special. Friends from Holland once gifted me with a huge package of Dutch Iris bulbs for a new ‘different’ iris to paint. Ah, it makes me yearn to have those iris flowers in front of me now!

  3. So glad to hear that Ron’s recovery is going well. I remember the story of the man in the wheelchair and the motorcycle and, having seen various conveyances and animals on the road while we were there, could readily believe it. I’ve actually retold the story to much laughter to friends over the years. You may not be in the land of the Nica but it appears that there are kind and helpful people wherever you look!

  4. Wish I was down there with my chainsaw. Would very much love to help. Thank you for sharing this act of kindness. It always helps to sustain one’s faith in humanity. And faith? We have faith that Ron will recover just fine and cancerlandia will be a distant memory as you two continue with your wonderful life’s journey. Keep the posts coming… love it!

  5. Absolutely beautiful story. You restore my faith in that the simplest experiences with complete strangers can be so powerful. Ron and I both wish Ron continued strength and good health in the days ahead. Cory is a blessing, and ….just look who his parents are.
    Sorry for the years of absence- thinking of you.
    Ron and Lynne

  6. You have this lovely gift of making the tastiest lemonade from the lemons life invariably hands out to you! I’m glad your home is providing you with projects and purpose while Ron recovers and regains strength, and it’s delightful to see serendipity in your lives helping things to fall into place! Certainly living in Nicaragua has given the broad vision to look at challenges with the hope that unusual solutions lurk just around the corner.

    • You always know the right things to say to light up my life. Thanks. Yes, living in Nicaragua opened my eyes to many creative ways to overcome challenges. I am relieved we didn’t have to go through cancerlandia in Nicaragua. Life is so much easier, here. Hugs to you mi amiga. So glad to hear that your world is clearer and brighter, now.

  7. The kindness you give out just by being you sets up all kinds of karmic waves. I’m glad one washed ashore to you when you needed it. Love the photos of the wild iris. We had them around the cabin in Arkansas, but I have not seen any since we moved to Missouri. Probably not frequenting the right places! But I keep looking.

    • Katie, I am a true believer in karma! And we loved the wild irises around our land in Arkansas, too. I have really missed them. They are my favorites. I cleared, cleaned, and weeded the area in front of our south facing windows and I want to plant azalea bushes and cone flowers. Remember the smell of the wild azaleas in Arkansas? Their smell transported me to heavenly worlds. I wish I could find wild azaleas here. And as soon as Ron is strong enough to hike, we are going to look for morel mushrooms! Yum! Love you, Katie.

    • Yep, Steve! The best thing about karma is that one doesn’t have to ever feel like a victim in life. We are in control of our own lives and if we make loving, compassionate choices to treat others the way we want to be treated, karma is always on our side.

  8. Random- never! They were meant to be there and pull right next to you! 😊. Probably angels sent to you on Sunday to bless your day!
    So glad you are writing again. It lifts us all up when you do!❤️

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