If you don’t know the story of Ben’s Bells you should click here.
I have wanted a Ben’s Bell since I found out about them.
Twice a year volunteers hang these signature bells randomly around Tucson for passersby to find and keep. They are in memory of a little boy name Ben (I have a soft spot for Bens) and serve as a reminder that we should be kind just for the sake of it.
I found one. Not where I imagined I would, but at Goodwill. Though I have no idea why anyone would want to get rid of their bell, I was happy to snatch it up. I may have even gasped, but that could also be because I saw it as I was tripping into the display of windchimes where it was buried.
Now it hangs happily on our back porch.
I love it. I love it. I love it.