Accommodation: A Lesson from My First Time Voting

Dear friends, today I’d like to share a story from my youth, a tale that taught me the importance of accommodation. It’s a tale that takes us back to my first time voting, a momentous occasion in any young man’s life.

The First Time Voting

It was the year 1960, a year of change and promise. The presidential race was heating up, and I was eager to cast my vote. I remember the day vividly, the excitement, the anticipation, and the uncertainty.

But my story isn’t about politics. It’s about the lesson I learned that day, a lesson about accommodation.

The Lesson of Accommodation

As I stood in line, waiting to cast my vote, I noticed an elderly woman struggling to stand. She was frail, her hands shaking, and it was clear she was having a hard time.

Without a second thought, I offered her my place in line. She looked at me, surprised, and then a smile spread across her face. She thanked me, her voice filled with gratitude.

That day, I learned the importance of accommodation. I learned that sometimes, we need to put others before ourselves. We need to accommodate their needs, their struggles, and their hardships.

Applying the Lesson

Accommodation isn’t just about giving up your place in line. It’s about understanding, empathy, and kindness. It’s about making room for others, even when it’s inconvenient.

So, my dear friends, I urge you to practice accommodation in your daily lives. Be kind, be understanding, and most importantly, be accommodating.

Remember, it’s the small acts of kindness that make the biggest difference.

Until next time,

Kev