Margot and her grandson have quietly arrived at DIK every Tuesday and Thursday to volunteer for as long as I can remember….6 years now. I knew that they are from East Timor and I knew that she goes back for several months each year to care for family. She returns really thin and tired. Her grandson is in his late 20’s and is severely autistic.
Alfredo doesn’t talk much to any of us but seems to live in his own world of clicks, strange sounds and skips and roams around the warehouse. He taps on his phone and does his own thing. We are all allowed to be who we are at DIK, us motley bunch. We find our space and coexist, finding our level and doing what we can. I sort books. Its my meditative space away from planning, thinking and talking. A huge tub of books arrived with several jigsaw puzzles in pieces jumbled up in the bottom of the tub. I was bereft. It was beyond my capacity to sort them all out. In the bin with them? Alfredo walked past. “The Boss” (Laurie) had suggested to Alfredo would he like to help with a job – without making eye contact Alfredo had answered one word “no” and on he walked. I pointed to the jumbled mess of puzzle pieces. “Alfredo, can you help me please?”. It was the first communication we have ever had. He sat and within 10 minutes had all the jigsaws solved. Up he got and on he walked. Margot and I had a big hug.
DIK is really good for the people we help who receive the goods that are donated. It’s really good too for us volunteers. Past District Governor Ross Butterworth has a phrase “psychic capital’. So if you could do with a dose of this wonderful positivity or “psychic capital” Laurie would love a hand. Email him on firstname.lastname@example.org.