- walking your child to school, to the same school you went to as a child
- stopping on the way back to chat with a woman who watched you grow up, who remembers you still (and occasionally treats you still) as that child just starting out in school
- opening your front door to a friend, and finding that friend talking to one of your old school teachers
- needing someone to talk to the Guides about the history of Guiding, and knowing at least three women who could cover at least 60 years of it from personal experience
- having a social worker for a babysitter, one who knows what the training evening you are about to attend entails, and who brings you chocolate to aid the concentration
- sitting in a coffee shop with friends, discussing the unthinkable made reality, crying one minute and laughing the next
- knowing the family who moved into your old house, and the family who moved into their old house, and having a quick chat about it all in the child-queue
- changing things quietly in order to accommodate a child who happens to have particularly special needs
- a friend taking the time on her own back-t0-school shopping trip to find school trousers for your own small child
- a different friend calling in to help fold a tent
- knowing that there are people around who will drop as much as they can and help out in whatever way they can, not worrying about the ways in which they can't help.
And for today, I am pleased and proud to be a part of this community, a community which can't be defined in any simple way, not just friends, not just family, not just Christians, not just families of children with special needs, just, community.