Some Time & Space Community people might know that Mem Fox’s picture book (illustrated by Julie Vivas), Wilfred Gordon McDonald Partridge gets a run in some of my presentations. It‘s a personal favourite. It is a story of a small boy who helps his ninety-six year old friend, Miss Nancy Alison Delacourt Cooper, in the nursing home next door to his house. I love the way he takes action to help her because she has lost her memory.
In the last
few weeks I have found out about another extraordinary boy who lives locally.
This seven year old boy, named Mungo, saw a problem and simply
responded...
Through
November I was in the UK delivering some Time
& Space programs there. I flew out on Melbourne Cup Tuesday. Our family
had been away for the weekend and I knew something bad had happened in the
Philippines... a massive storm but I had my head down whilst delivering the
programs in England and never really took in what had happened.
The morning
after returning home Lisa sent me up the road to buy some milk where I bump
into Gurdeep, a friendly bloke who works at our local IGA store. Gurdeep I
think is a Sikh. He wears a turban, a beard that would make any inner city
hipster proud and always, a big smile.
“When is
your band playing next?” asked Gurdeep.
He was
referring to a band I’m in called SHeD,
a bunch of four dads who met up years ago when our kids were at the local
primary school. Our by-line is Four
Blokes and a Guitar and we practice in my shed. We play occasional Saturday
mornings outside the ‘Miller-on-Gilbert’ shops to create a vibe that emphasises
the difference between a local precinct and a monolithic retail centre like
Northland. The local traders chip in a few bucks and when people go to offer us
some busking money, we say “This is a gift from the traders, spend your money
in their shops”. It works well but be assured, none of us have given up our day
jobs.
I tell
Gurdeep, “We’re playing this weekend.” Gurdeep is a big fan of any rock’n’roll
- he appears at the front of the shop, clapping along if we are playing Holy Grail or a big Elvis Presley tune.
“We’ve had
the little kid play out the front here... have you heard about the kid?”
Gurdeep asks.
“No I
haven’t mate, I’ve been away,” I respond.
“ He plays
his little guitar and he’s been in the paper.” It is clear Gurdeep has been
captivated and is excited.
So Saturday
comes and Mungo is walking on the other side of Gilbert Road. He lives with his
mum Kathleen and Dave, his dad in one of the shops converted into their home.
Mungo sees that SheD are playing out the front of Menuki Hairdressing across the road from him. He pops back inside
and appears with his ukulele in one hand and a newspaper article in the other.
“Oh”, I
think to myself, “that little kid Gurdeep was talking about is Mungo!”
Our band
have watched him grow up through the years... he has always stopped and
listened to the tunes. He is a serious, reflective little guy. This time he
played along with us. He knows two numbers, House
of the Rising Sun and Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da. Our guitarist
Stephen, follows Mungo and we sing along with him.
Here’s the
back story. Mungo and his parents, were sitting at the dinner table and
chatting about a story that dominated our news services in early November. Just
like Wilfred Gordon, Kathleen says,
“he is always asking questions” and his dad had been listening to the ABC news on
the radio for the developing consequences of Typhoon Haiyan. It captured
Mungo’s attention. As he asked more questions and talked with his dad, he started
to imagine and understand simple comparisons about things we might overlook.
Mungo wondered what it might be like to lose all his toys.
He also wondered
if there was something he could do about it. At the dinner table that night,
the idea that Mungo came up with was that he might be able to busk, playing his
ukulele for the people of the Philippines as he once had made about $8 playing
out the front of his shop front home. Dave, his dad explained about Oxfam, so
he made a sign to that effect and people chipped in. Next Mungo was allowed to
play outside the IGA. Oxfam heard through Mungo’s dad what he was doing and
they gave him a temporary blog to track his goal towards raising $500. From
there the photographer headed down and took some shots for the Herald-Sun story.
Kathleen
says that his Principal called him up recently at the Prep, Year 1 and 2
assembly and he started telling the Preppies that “a typhoon is like a really
big whirlwind”. The school are having to review their policies as well as
Mungo, as a Year 1 isn’t old enough yet to go on the student social justice
committee!
As the
penny dropped and it became evident that Mungo had started a typhoon of
goodness, I quickly checked with the boys in the band and all agreed that there
was no way we could put the money the traders gave us that day into our own
pockets. I went in to collect from Fiona the hairdresser who owns Menuki. She had seen Mungo playing with
us and I let her know that the money today is going to his campaign. Instead of
handing over the usual $20, Fiona doubles it and says “give him this as well.”
The next
shop is Glo Beauty and as I tell Monique
behind the counter, Mungo’s story, a lady who has just had a treatment is
standing next to me, ready to pay. The lady’s name is Margaret, she hears about
Mungo’s efforts and pulls twenty bucks out of her purse, hands me the money and
says “give it to that wonderful boy”. Mum, Kathleen who is Mungo’s blog manager
credits Margaret’s contribution. Mungo has well and truly surpassed his $500
goal and as I write the growing total is $3042 AUD for Oxfam. You can check out the current total here, even add to it if you wish. Mungo, this is mighty.
At the end
of Wilfred Gordon McDonald Partridge, there’s
a beautiful line...
And
the two of them smiled and smiled
because
Miss Nancy’s memory had been found again
by
a small boy, who wasn’t very old either.
This post
is sent out at Christmas. It doesn’t matter if you are religious or not –
Christmas has a huge theme of giving. The story that underpins Christmas has
central figures who were homeless on that night – as the nativity narrative
goes, the baby was born in a stable at the back of the inn with the ‘no
vacancy’ sign... there are people right now, still homeless in the Philippines.
Just like Wilfred Gordon I reckon Mungo has helped
us to remember what’s important. His
story has sparked the kindness in other people’s hearts... his action has been
so profoundly simple that it has been easy for people to support and join Mungo
in his cause.
It is a powerful little example of how one
person’s action can make the world a better place and on this occasion that
kindness has come from Mungo... who isn’t
very old either.
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