Well, what do you think?
I'm not sure about the theme, so if you hate it, now is the time to tell me.
You can do that non-anonymously.
I kind of like my idealistic Icon for this entry :o).
But, even more importantly, Tell me about the first random act of kindness you can remember witnessing.
On August 9th, 2005 02:18 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Last Christmas, I anonymously left two Reese's cups (her favorite candy) for a girl I know is depressed. It made her Christmas. I never told her it was me, which is probably for the best because we don't know anything about each other but our names and that she's depressed.
That's the only big thing that comes to mind.
On August 9th, 2005 05:37 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
I once had an ex-girlfriend that was grounded. She was feeling really bummed out, so I made her a mix CD of some really awesome songs that we both loved and some songs that made me think of her and included all the lyrics. I drove all the way out to her place that was 45 minutes away...left it on her car with a note and a rose and drove all the way back home.
She was pretty happy then!
On August 9th, 2005 05:41 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
One time I was at a family reunion and there was a large supply of really good food. Since there was so much (and I wanted to take home some) they encouraged everyone to take some home. So walking to the car with my parents with bags of food I saw a homeless person. I just thought, "I have all this food and he doesn't. I have food at home, I just ate too..." So I walked up to the guy and said that he'd enjoy this a lot more than me and gave him all my food.
I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did.
On August 9th, 2005 05:50 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
I once clead a persons entire house because it was really dirty. I figured that the person was always busy and working, and when they got home they didnt have any energy to clean up. I thought ti'd be nice, wasn't respected much, but it was the act and thought that mattered.
On August 9th, 2005 05:52 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
I once drove someone to the airport on valentines day because she had no ride to the airport. The reason this was really cool was the fact that it was valentines day and I wanted to hang out with that special someone. I decided that I wanted her to enjoy her valentines day by driving her out to the airport and cutting out some time with my valentine for a little while.
On August 10th, 2005 03:26 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
The first kind thing I can remember doing for someone was in 5th grade. It was something as simple as helping someone picking up their books after their backpack unzipped. It was on the first day of school and this poor girl looked terrified, she must have been new. But in elementary school you have to bring all of those extra markers and tape and glue and pencil boxes and rulers. She had it all in her bag and it all fell out onto the floor. Its not that great but I was pretty young. Thats the frist thing I can really remember
On August 11th, 2005 05:54 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Last October, I was in Chicago with some friends celebrating a birthday. We went to this amazing Thai restaurant and each had a wonderful meal followed by some cocktails. In the end, everyone (except the birthday boy obviously) split the bill. After this amazing feast, we decided to walk around Grant Park for awhile. We walked around talking about old girlfriends and the Bears and how we should have gone to a strip club instead of walking around the park after dark, which we were pretty sure wasn’t legal since it was after sunset.
Here is where our act of kindness truly shown through. A bum came up to us while we were on our way out and asked us for some food or money. We looked down and realized that he had seen our leftovers and that was his reasoning for approaching us, or at least that is what we assumed. My friend looked at me and I shrugged so he began to hand the leftovers over to the homeless man when my other friend lunged towards the homeless man and stabbed him in the gut. We stood there in shock at what had just happened before us, but then my friend explained that he had done this man a favor by setting him free. He said, “The man obviously didn’t want to live anymore, but for him to commit suicide would deny his entrance into heaven, this was the only solution.” We all felt much better about what happened after that.
That cold night in October, we set a tormented man’s soul free to go to heaven. I don’t think you could display kindness any better.
To be perfectly honest, I don't believe this story, but I'm going to treat it as if it were true.
It is no one's place to decide who wants to die, and who doesn't. Killing a man is not kind, and that's not what this community is about. Please don't kill any more people, homelessmen or otherwise.
I'm not going to bother pointing out the obvious religious flaws. It all depends on loosely held catholic dogma...
And, most "stabs to the gut", as you call them wouldn't be fatal. Painful, yes, but not fatal.
About 25 years ago, I was a mother of three. Mine were 2, 6 & 10. Happily, the poor and struggling years were on a decided uphill climb and life was being pretty decent to me.
One day as I was waiting in line at a grocery store, I noticed a young woman in line ahead of me. She was about 4 or 5 years younger than me and had a little one about 2 yrs. old in the kid seat of the cart. It was taking a little longer to ring up her groceries because she kept having the cashier subtotal the register every few items.
The last two items were a box of large, toddler sized crayons and a tube of mascara. You could see she was really beginning to worry whether she had enough money for it all. I thought to myself that I knew from firsthand experience how wretched it is to have to budget $20 so tightly, there is not one cent's room for error.
I made up my mind, if she has to put an item back and chooses the mascara...I would buy the mascara.
She did and so did I. She was so surprised when I said, "Here, take the mascara out of this." and handed the cashier a $5. At first she protested, saying it really wasn't necessary. I told her to accept it and someday when faced with a similar situation, she could repay me by doing some such for someone else.
This was donkey's ears befor the Pay It Forward thing. But I believe there is no nobility or character building to be found in poverty...only despair and sorrow. In this small way, I felt useful and am sure it benefitted me far more than it did her. If the mascara allowed her to at least feel attractive, then good. I am also sure she did indeed at some time in the past years, Pay It Forward.
On January 2nd, 2006 07:11 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
When I was in first grade, I had an extremely excelled reading level. There was a kid in my class who was a little slow, but it came to the point where other students and even the teacher gave up on teaching him. I gave up my recesses and stayed inside and taught this child to read. He graduated with me, on time, and his mother told me it was my doing. Just having him with me, graduating, really shows what tiny deeds do.
On October 22nd, 2006 10:07 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
When I was in kindergarden I went to a friends birthday party and we were playing games, and in one game the winner got a dollar. I won, and a friend started crying because she hadn't won any games, and I gave her my dollar. I didnt think it was a huge deal, but she hugged my like I had just given her a kidney.