The kindness of strangers

I have long wanted to write this post. Unfortunately, I can't make it anything other than what it is, which is sort of sappy. No photo either...
Arriving here, no family or support network, just us, we have been particularly dependent on the kindness of strangers, and it has not been slow to arrive.
The new boss, who not only picked us up at the airport at 9pm, and took us first to dinner, then to our apartment, but also bought us some groceries to get us through the first 24 hours (We made them last about a week!).
The children's ministry co-ordinator at the church, who found me outside the church and near tears, with two children who were tearing up the corridor (jetlagged, I think), and took the time to explain the creche and sunday school system to us.
The many people that we have met who gave us their numbers and let us know they were happy to help. This included inviting us to lunch/dinner/biblestudy, and helping us to move!
The very patient anonymous help line operators, whatever company, who slowly walked us through whatever we were having trouble with this time. The bus driver who said 'take your time' when I was getting stressed about getting myself, two kids, and a pram on the bus.
I'm sure they are not all mentioned here, but I am very grateful that people have been so willing to help, and so friendly and encouraging. It really has been an eyeopener to see how small gestures become so big!