On 6th September my hubby and I visited Dundee Rep to watch ‘The cheviot, the stag and the black, black oil’ for free after the theatre very kindly gave us tickets via a local radio show as a thank you for the random acts of kindness I’d been doing around Dundee…
If you are new to my blog – When my loved ones raised £500 for my husband and I to treat ourselves following my operation we made the decision to use the money to do random acts of kindness for complete strangers…
We didn’t want to profit from my diagnosis and the idea of sharing the love and kindness given to us filled us with so much more happiness than spending it on something ever could.
So since then we’ve been handing out envelopes with either a £10 or £20 note inside.
There are now 45 envelopes in total thanks to the additional following donations:
- £30 from the ‘lace maker’
- £40 from ‘D&L’,
- £60 from AngieB Photography
- £10 from a lady who attended my presentation
- £90 from Love Fusion
All of these I am extremely grateful for. Thank you.
So, prior to the show we were given a behind the scene tour of the the theatre which was incredible! We got to see rooms filled to bursting with clothes and shoes, set designs and the workshop where the sets are made, as well as the dance studios in which all the routines are perfected. It was fascinating.
The show itself was utterly brilliant! I didn’t grow up in Scotland and so know very little about Scottish history and so I was completely engrossed in the whole production and the brilliance with which it was performed.
In the last act of the show members of the audience were invited on stage to read a line from the play. One of the cast members ‘encouraged’ my husband and I to take part. It was so much fun sitting on stage and looking back at the audience.
Following the show, the audience were invited to stay behind to take part in an after show discussion. I would have loved to but by this time my stamina had faded and I needed to get home. However, I’d decided that I’d be handing out an envelope that evening and, when I discussed it with my hubby, we both agreed it should be the actress who had taken us onstage. So, despite my feeling tired, we waited for her to come back on stage for the discussion so that I could pass it to her.
We waited…and waited…
She wasn’t appearing and, a believer of fate, I said to my hubby that maybe she wasn’t meant to get an envelope for whatever reason. So we made our way to leave.
On our way out my hubby nipped away to the toilet and I waited in the bar, still on the look out for someone to give the envelope to.
Then I heard a familiar voice…
Thank you for coming on stage…I hope you enjoyed the show.
Fate had interviened. The actress I’d wanted to give the envelope to was standing beside me.
Promptly I gave her the envelope I’d been clutching in my hand.
It turns out she wasn’t part of the after show discussion and, had we stayed, I wouldn’t have been able to hand her the envelope.
It appears that when I trust my instincts about who to give an envelope to the universe conspires to help – at least on this occasion anyway.
I was grinning from ear to ear when my husband emerged.
I hope the actress was too.