A Quiet Kindness That No One Saw
Not long after she returned from the 2010 Games, I found myself back on the road—bringing groceries from Dublin to her home in Wicklow. Just a few bits. Essentials. No fanfare.
On the weekends, she’d come stay with me.
We’d have a full lunch and dinner, both days.
We’d relax. Watch the TV. Share space.
And if there wasn’t a Special Olympics event that weekend, we just were. Together.
As a photographer, I also went to her events.
Since she joined the club in 2008, I’ve taken enough photos to fill seven full albums—all now at her home.
Every photo—every moment—a gift, not for sale.
Even when the club asked to use a few shots from my camera, I gave them freely.
No fee. No invoice. No ego.
Just one person doing what they could, quietly supporting someone they cared about—because sometimes, that’s what real inclusion looks like.