Random Acts of Kindness

I am surprised, to say the very least, but I suppose I should not be. I held to my faith, to my place in the world, to my purpose here, and was rewarded.

The cure came from the most unlikely of people. He just swaggered up to me whilst I was dying, while I was still searching for the items needed to make the cure, and handed it to me out of the blue without provocation. He said 'at least I was useful'. I could not argue with him there, and all he asked for in return, was part of the cure itself. I was happy to hand over what I had, and watched him depart with a bewildered curiosity. I had always thought the man hated me, at best, he had only a passing interest in insulting me before he wandered off to chase some frilled skirt worn by a giggling, useless female, and yet, he had saved my life. I do not think he knows just how bad off I was, or how grateful I am to him for that simple act of redemptive kindness.

Still, I am not one to question the Gods, or reject the gifts of Elbahn, and so, I am recovering. Slowly yes, it will take weeks to return to my former strength, but I feel stronger than I have since that horrible day by the fountain. Of course, I can not simply return home and lie down to rest as I should, no...there are so many who still need help. And so, I return to the fields, and search relentless for what is needed to bring the aide I was granted to those who still desperately need it regardless of my desire to simply sleep.

My mind...is still a scattered mess, my problems, still linger at the edges of my awareness, ignored for now while I distract myself with other more pressing things. I know I must face all those things that still eat at my heart like so many niggling, writhing maggots. But for now, I can focus on others, on the need that still presses harshly upon the population of the city. I am oddly grateful for that much as well.