Slow & steady wins the race.

↑ An example of what is NOT a true act of kindness – even if it is just a teeny bit funny. ↑

I’ve managed to fit in a few random acts of kindness, nothing super huge or grand, just small scale RAK’s.

  1. I helped an older woman unload her grocery basket at the store. She was a bit hunched over and seemed to be struggling, so I just started helping her. I’ve found that if you ask someone if they want help, they’ll often just say “No thank you.” but if you just step forward with a smile and start helping they’ll let you help, and be grateful for it. While this was just a small gesture, it still felt good to know I helped someone in need.
  2. I found a parking meter that didn’t spit out paper tickets, but rather was the old school type where you feed the coins and the time increases. So I popped in a few quarters on a meter that was about to expire. Good deed done, that probably never got noticed. That’s okay, because I know and my 4 year old saw me do it. I’m happy to know I’m teaching him how to be kind, by example.
  3. At the mall yesterday I complimented a lady on her hair, and she got the biggest smile ever. Made me smile too.

And that completes my random acts of kindness for the past few days. What kind things have you done lately? Please share.

“You can feel better about yourself in a very short period of time depending on the kind of magic that you are doing.” ~ David Copperfield

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cheap wine

My family and I went for a drive to the city today.  It wasn’t an especially nice part of the city, but when in Rome (I’m not actually in ROME, it’s just a saying, peeps) you kind of want to see Rome, not just the pretty stuff, but the nitty gritty stuff too.

Anywho, we pulled up to our destination, and I was extremely thankful I wasn’t the driver. Some forms of parallel parking I can handle, but not when you have precisely two inches on the front and back side of you to squeeze in. I leave that sort of maneuvering to my Pollyanna husband.

Not wanting to get hit by oncoming traffic I squeezed out of the right side of the car, over my son’s car seat. I think I made a sound sort of like… grr..uh..umpfh.. on the way out. Much to my dismay, I looked down and some douche-bag had left an empty bottle of cheap wine on the ground! It was right where it could roll onto the street and cause an innocent person’s tires to wind up slashed. So annoying! So rude! Ohhhhhh, wait a minute!!! Lightbulb moment! Soooooo a chance to do a good deed!! An opportunity to perform a random act of kindness presented itself – fell into my lap, even!

Completely un-edited photo of the offensive wine bottle left on the street

Not knowing who had touched it last I gingerly lifted the bottle up with two fingers and looked around me. I looked to the left. I looked to the right. No trashcan nearby, but the city had placed these sort of plastic planter type things around some strategically placed trees. So I set the wine bottle in the planter and felt very proud of myself. And immediately drowned my hands in hand sanitizer (I always carry some in my purse!).

My family and I walked down the street, doing our thing and when we were done, we walked back to the car, as any normal family would do.

When we got to our car, my husband’s eyes fell to the wine bottle in the tree planter.

Quizzically he looked at  and said something like “In the planter? Why not in the trashcan?”

Me: ” There’s no trashcan around, and I sure don’t want to put it in my car, who knows what kind of germs are on it?!”

Pollyanna husband: “There’s a trashcan just half a block that way” (he pointed down the street).

Me:  (Did I mention at this point it was drizzling? Well, it was, and any moment that drizzle could turn into a downpour! A deluge I tell ya!) I scrunched my face up at him and said something super cool like: “Uh!” or it might have been “Guh!”

And I climbed over the car seat back into the car, done with that conversation. Still taking baby steps, but hey, I do think this counts. I potentially saved someone from a lethal cut or flat tire, or worse! I feel good!

It’s not true that nice guys finish last. Nice guys are winners before the game even starts.

Baby Steps of Kindness

Besides being a former pessimist turned positive thinker, I also suffer from the occasional sleepless night. Well, I WAS asleep, but then woke up at 4:30 ish AM. Um, when has getting on a computer in the middle of the night ever in the history of internet usage helped a person fall asleep? Yeah, it didn’t really work.

So I’m awake, and I’m trying to think of what kind of random act of kindness I can do next. Funny, I guess it’s sort of a lie right off the bat, as thinking of something to do sort of takes the randomness of it out of the equation. Doesn’t it?

Well no use splitting hairs about it. So, as I was sitting there going pee, as I often do when I first wake up, I thought to myself, hmmmm, I’ll do something super, dooper nice! So I put a new roll of toilet paper up so my husband wouldn’t get stuck doing it.

That counts as an act of kindness, right?

Maybe not, but hey, the day is early. And I mean EARLY, I’ll have to see what else I can come up with.

Because really, who wants to get stuck with no toilet paper in their time of need?

” Maybe you don’t like your job, maybe you didn’t get enough sleep, well nobody likes their job, nobody got enough sleep. Maybe you just had the worst day of your life, but you know, there’s no escape, there’s no excuse, so just suck up and be nice.”  ~ Ani DiFranco