My son is pretty small for his age. He has only been playing for one season whereas some of these kids were born wearing soccer boots. I feel like I am telling the Avengers that they can borrow my Nerf gun.
One of the soccer boys, a kid with long blond hair, steps out of the squad. With genuine warmth, he says hi to my son and tells us we need to see a guy called Jeff at the edge of the field to get a team shirt.
It is not a big deal. It is not a ground-breaking moment. It is not something that will ever make the news. It is just a simple interaction, one kid casually welcoming another kid into a soccer team.
A short time later my son has a huge grin on his face because he is playing soccer with his peers. He looks like he belongs on that field. He is an Avenger with superpowers of his own. The other kids have included him as a natural fit into the team. My adult hang-ups seem quite foolish in retrospect.
After soccer, we scoot off to catch the final leg of my wife's marathon around Lake Rotorua.
In a marathon, every bit of encouragement you get along the way is like vital sustenance for the starving, especially in that last 10km when the body is starting to hurt.
My wife said that there was a guy who followed his partner around the course at intervals blowing a conch shell. It was uplifting for everyone who heard it.
Along the highway I saw a truck with big words painted on the back: "Go Donna, you can do it." Whoever Donna was, I bet Donna did it.
One group took it upon themselves to be the official support team for random strangers. They stood cheering for everyone who ran past. "Go random strangers, you are awesome," said their sign.
They were not looking for any reward. They were just there to add a joyful note to the lives of people they have never met.
In the grand scheme of things it was nothing significant, just like the kid who helped us out on the soccer field. He won't have had a clue just how much easier he made my day. But that is the point. It is the fleeting moments, the seemingly unimportant ones that send a positive ripple through other people's lives.
A friendly welcome into the soccer team. A genuine laugh with a stranger. We may never know the extent to which our actions can inject a bit of much-needed warmth into someone else's day.
We all share this world together so we might as well make it pleasant for each other, starting with the little things.
Marcel Currin is a Tauranga writer and poet.
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