This evening I was at ballroom dancing at UCT, and about 5 minutes before I'd planned on leaving to go home, this random guy walked past and looked very confused. I went over to him, since I wasn't dancing at the time, and asked if he was interested in dancing (this week was Plaza Week at UCT, so I've been doing a lot of promoting for the society). He said that he was actually looking for the gymnastics club, and didn't know where to go because he was new to Cape Town. I asked a few other people, who tried calling friends, we tried looking it up on the Internet, and finally I decided to look with him since I was already planning on leaving around then.

I drove him down to the Sports Center, Lower Campus, and to the dancing studios.  We found absolutely nothing. Finally, it was nine o'clock, and so he said they'd already be finished their class, and that I could just drop him off at the Jammie Stop and he'd take a Jammie Shuttle into town. I said that it was fine, and that I could take him. He seemed so shocked. He said that I was so kind, and that he hadn't come around any people as kind as me since he got to Cape Town. The thing is, though, that I didn't even realise I was being particularly kind. I was just trying to help this poor Namibian boy who speaks mainly German, and very little English. It seemed natural to me. And it got me thinking about how, when we've been brought up in a specific way, and that's what we've seen growing up, we don't even realise that it's different to most other people. All I can say is that I'm grateful to have been brought up being kind and considerate, and I'm especially glad to have found friends who feel the same desire to help people as I do.