After a workout at the gym my little one and I stopped by Subway for some lunch. I was actively trying to think of my next act of kindness but nothing was really coming to me. I scanned the room looking at the customers, hoping for inspiration, but nothing hit.
We finished eating then walked outside and I happened to make eye contact with a man sitting on the sidewalk. He softly asked me if I had any change so he could get some food. Well I rarely if ever have actual cash on me. I told him that but said that if he wanted to follow me back into Subway I’d buy him some lunch. I told him to order two footlong’s so he’d have something for then and something for later.
He was a very quiet man, and seemed almost defeated. I’ve felt defeated before too, but for different reasons. As he quietly thanked me I replied with a heartfelt “You’re welcome” as I patted his arm.
No snark today, just a good deed, that my 4 year old asked me all about on our walk back to the car. He asked me why I bought that man lunch. “Because I could, honey, because I could.”
“Being good is commendable, but only when it is combined with doing good is it useful. “
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“Your greatness is measured by your kindness; your education and intellect by your modesty; your ignorance is betrayed by your suspicions and prejudices, and your real caliber is measured by the consideration and tolerance you have for others.”
I’ve managed to fit in a few random acts of kindness, nothing super huge or grand, just small scale RAK’s.
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
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!
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.”
So look, I’m not trying to be a hero here. I just want to be a better person. Straight up I’m here to say that I was born a pessimist. However, for the past few years or so, I’ve really made a conscious effort to be optimistic. Funny though, when in full on pessimist mode, I’d never, ever admit it. I’d call myself a realist! Which, ya know, felt true. I think most pessimists don’t want to admit they are negative, but until you can say the words out loud, then you can never hope to make changes. That can actually apply to many things! You can’t change what you won’t admit needs to be changed! Or some jive like that.
Since admittance is the first step to real and lasting change, I’ll start my very first post by standing up…
and introducing myself:
Hi, my name is Heather. I’m a pessimist turned optimist, with occasional set-backs. I’m married to a Pollyanna sort of man who has permanent rose colored glasses on. He makes me want to be a better person (no gagging sounds now, I have to let loose with some mush on occasion!). From this day forward I’m going to do what I can to be a nicer, kindlier, gentler person, and do my very best to keep ideas of throat-punching obnoxious people out of my thought process. I’m going to use this blog to keep myself accountable.
Let the Random Acts of Kindness Begin!
……………………..Starting first thing tomorrow!
“Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement.”