Day 245
I went to the store today for help with a tricky Ipod. What I thought would be a quick visit turned into an hour, as the technician who was helping me went above and beyond to solve the problem. Most importantly, he did not make me feel like old and inept, as I often do when dealing with electronics.
I made sure to look his name tag when I thanked him, both to be kind, and so I could send the store manager a note about just how much I appreciated Brian's help.
I may be behind on today's technology, but I know the value of an old fashioned thank you note.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Kindness Shines Through
Day 244
I ran to the mall during my lunch time today for a quick errand. I was in quite a rush trying to minimize my absence from the office (translated-before anyone noticed I was missing). When I passed one of the kiosks and a man offered me a perfume sample I was tempted to keep going and wave him off. But I thought to myself, how much time will it take? So I veered over to accept the sample. He then pulled out a nail buffer, seemingly from nowhere and said “Can I show you something amazing ma'am?” I'm not sure if this was an act of kindness or a lack of assertiveness, but it did run through my mind “he is just doing his job, and this can't possibly be his first choice of employment.”
I said, “sure but I am not going to buy anything.” I then spent about a minute (although it seemed much longer) getting my thumb nailed buffed to an amazing shine, with the assurance that it would last for a month. I thanked him and he said I was a “nice lady” and I was on my way.
And here I sit admiring my one lustrous fingernail, while the nine dull ones protest that the kinder act would have been to buy the buffer and promote equality among them all.
I ran to the mall during my lunch time today for a quick errand. I was in quite a rush trying to minimize my absence from the office (translated-before anyone noticed I was missing). When I passed one of the kiosks and a man offered me a perfume sample I was tempted to keep going and wave him off. But I thought to myself, how much time will it take? So I veered over to accept the sample. He then pulled out a nail buffer, seemingly from nowhere and said “Can I show you something amazing ma'am?” I'm not sure if this was an act of kindness or a lack of assertiveness, but it did run through my mind “he is just doing his job, and this can't possibly be his first choice of employment.”
I said, “sure but I am not going to buy anything.” I then spent about a minute (although it seemed much longer) getting my thumb nailed buffed to an amazing shine, with the assurance that it would last for a month. I thanked him and he said I was a “nice lady” and I was on my way.
And here I sit admiring my one lustrous fingernail, while the nine dull ones protest that the kinder act would have been to buy the buffer and promote equality among them all.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Not Clever But Kind
Day 243
A lazy day to finish up the long holiday weekend. And lazy also means no creative ideas for acts of kindness today. So I went to my fail safe plan, a jar of peanut butter in the food bank donation bin. Looking back, I haven't done this since day 210, over a thirty day stretch with no repeats. With just about four months to go, the challenge of continuing to do something new, interesting and blog worthy every day is starting to weigh on me just a bit.
And I am forced to remind myself once again that it is about being kind, not clever.
A lazy day to finish up the long holiday weekend. And lazy also means no creative ideas for acts of kindness today. So I went to my fail safe plan, a jar of peanut butter in the food bank donation bin. Looking back, I haven't done this since day 210, over a thirty day stretch with no repeats. With just about four months to go, the challenge of continuing to do something new, interesting and blog worthy every day is starting to weigh on me just a bit.
And I am forced to remind myself once again that it is about being kind, not clever.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Flowers and Bells
Day 242
Today we were ringing the bell for the Salvation Army Kettle campaign. My husband and older son took the first hour and my younger son and I covered the second hour. We entertained ourselves by trying to quietly guess who would put money in the kettle and who would pass us by. We also tried to decide just who should get the poinsettia plant that we had brought along since today is, of course, GFTASD.
Three times we made our selection and I chickened out. Because the absolute truth is, it feels a bit awkward to give flowers to a stranger. For those of you contemplating celebrating this holiday at some point, please know that it is not always easy do the actual act. I'm not sure why exactly that is. Perhaps it is just too far from the norm of one's everyday routine. Or flat out bashfulness about approaching strangers, however well intended one is.
We finally followed through with our decision when a woman came by with her young daughter, who looked to be around four or five. The woman said she didn't have any change, but she stopped to dig around in her purse because she wanted to give her daughter something to put in the kettle. As she was scrounging my son looked and me, raised his eyebrows and motioned his head towards the flowers. I could take a hint.
After the girl put the money in, I handed her the plant and informed her that it was Give Flowers to a Stranger Day. She looked happy and smiled, and both she and her mom said thank you. It almost seemed like they had heard of this festive day. Perhaps the word is getting out....
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New to this blog? Have NO idea what GFTASD is? It happens the 27th of every month. Read last month's entry for a history of this day.
Today we were ringing the bell for the Salvation Army Kettle campaign. My husband and older son took the first hour and my younger son and I covered the second hour. We entertained ourselves by trying to quietly guess who would put money in the kettle and who would pass us by. We also tried to decide just who should get the poinsettia plant that we had brought along since today is, of course, GFTASD.
Three times we made our selection and I chickened out. Because the absolute truth is, it feels a bit awkward to give flowers to a stranger. For those of you contemplating celebrating this holiday at some point, please know that it is not always easy do the actual act. I'm not sure why exactly that is. Perhaps it is just too far from the norm of one's everyday routine. Or flat out bashfulness about approaching strangers, however well intended one is.
We finally followed through with our decision when a woman came by with her young daughter, who looked to be around four or five. The woman said she didn't have any change, but she stopped to dig around in her purse because she wanted to give her daughter something to put in the kettle. As she was scrounging my son looked and me, raised his eyebrows and motioned his head towards the flowers. I could take a hint.
After the girl put the money in, I handed her the plant and informed her that it was Give Flowers to a Stranger Day. She looked happy and smiled, and both she and her mom said thank you. It almost seemed like they had heard of this festive day. Perhaps the word is getting out....
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New to this blog? Have NO idea what GFTASD is? It happens the 27th of every month. Read last month's entry for a history of this day.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Husband To The Rescue, Again
Day 241
Today I felt very lucky to have some help keeping the kindness streak alive. I was a bit under the weather and not wanting to leave the house. So in order to follow through with my plan for the day I needed an assist and my husband was there to help. My idea was to give a coffee gift card to the person ringing the bell for the Salvation Army Kettle campaign on my way out of the grocery store. Tomorrow we will be taking a shift there, so it seemed like the thing to do.
He left the house in good spirits, up for the challenge. There was a small snag when he discovered the bell ringing station unmanned. Undeterred, he went back into the store and gave the card to the first cashier he saw, expressing gratitude for all her hard work over the Thanksgiving shopping week. He was happy to help out, but if I'm not better by tomorrow, I'll be hard pressed to get him to give flowers to a stranger.
Yes, tomorrow is Give Flowers To A Stranger Day. Doesn't it seem like all the holidays are so close together this time of year? Thanksgiving was yesterday. Hanukkah starts next Wednesday. And here is GFTASD right in the middle. J. in Michigan celebrated a little early this year and you can read about it on her blog.
Enjoy the holiday season!
Today I felt very lucky to have some help keeping the kindness streak alive. I was a bit under the weather and not wanting to leave the house. So in order to follow through with my plan for the day I needed an assist and my husband was there to help. My idea was to give a coffee gift card to the person ringing the bell for the Salvation Army Kettle campaign on my way out of the grocery store. Tomorrow we will be taking a shift there, so it seemed like the thing to do.
He left the house in good spirits, up for the challenge. There was a small snag when he discovered the bell ringing station unmanned. Undeterred, he went back into the store and gave the card to the first cashier he saw, expressing gratitude for all her hard work over the Thanksgiving shopping week. He was happy to help out, but if I'm not better by tomorrow, I'll be hard pressed to get him to give flowers to a stranger.
Yes, tomorrow is Give Flowers To A Stranger Day. Doesn't it seem like all the holidays are so close together this time of year? Thanksgiving was yesterday. Hanukkah starts next Wednesday. And here is GFTASD right in the middle. J. in Michigan celebrated a little early this year and you can read about it on her blog.
Enjoy the holiday season!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Happy Thanksgiving
Day 240
I was out for a short run this morning, trying to proactively prepare for the day of Thanksgiving eating ahead, when I passed a woman out walking her puppy. I usually don't like to stop when I'm running, mostly because I want to get it over with. But this was one cute puppy. Her name was Ginny and she was a 3 month old Cocker Spaniel out for her potty training lesson. More importantly, her human, whose name I didn't learn, was bursting at the seams proud of her new charge, and clearly enjoyed others recognizing how adorable the new addition to the family was.
So I stopped for a few minutes and got down on the ground to make a proper fuss, getting totally tangled in my headphone wires as Ginny jumped and rolled and licked. We had good ole patting session and went our separate ways.
The break in my run was of little consequence since I would have needed to run 10 more miles today to offset the quadruple servings of dessert I indulged in.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I was out for a short run this morning, trying to proactively prepare for the day of Thanksgiving eating ahead, when I passed a woman out walking her puppy. I usually don't like to stop when I'm running, mostly because I want to get it over with. But this was one cute puppy. Her name was Ginny and she was a 3 month old Cocker Spaniel out for her potty training lesson. More importantly, her human, whose name I didn't learn, was bursting at the seams proud of her new charge, and clearly enjoyed others recognizing how adorable the new addition to the family was.
So I stopped for a few minutes and got down on the ground to make a proper fuss, getting totally tangled in my headphone wires as Ginny jumped and rolled and licked. We had good ole patting session and went our separate ways.
The break in my run was of little consequence since I would have needed to run 10 more miles today to offset the quadruple servings of dessert I indulged in.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Hair Today. Gone Tomorrow
Day 239
I sent a card to my hairdresser today thanking her for her kindness. She has been cutting my hair for over 15 years now, so she was just the person to break some bad news to me last week. When she was mid cut she noticed a significant round bald spot on the back of my head. Covered (thankfully) by my hair, it had gone unnoticed by me and anyone around me. I speculated that perhaps it had rubbed off when I had gone running with a hat on, but she said gently, but firmly that it did not look that way to her and that I should have it checked out by a doctor.
I usually don't share too much personal information here, mindful of my family's privacy. But this is something I have been struggling with this week, and it seemed that it might help to put in perspective if I said it out loud. I did go to the doctor today and was diagnosed with Alopecia Areata, a condition that causes areas of hair to fall out. It might grow back. It might not. I might get more bald spots. I might not.
Of course I have some mixed feelings. On one end of the spectrum is fear of what the future holds for my hair, and all the thoughts and associations that go along with the possible scenarios. On the other end, the realization that of all the health issues people deal with in life, this one has very little, if any effect on mine or my family's well being. In my “year of living kindly” (and thank you to my sister-in-law M for that line) my priorities are shifting a small bit. I'm learning that life is too short not to be kind, and is certainly to way too short to spend worrying too much about appearances. And while this doesn't mean I won't experience anxiety and stress if more hair does fall out, for today I am choosing to focus on the present.
And that means in part, reminding myself of those things for which I am grateful. This includes the support I have received from the small number of people with whom I have shared this “secret.” And especially for my hairdresser who delivered some tough news in the gentlest of ways, and allowed me to walk out of the salon with important information that I needed, and a fabulous haircut to boot.
I sent a card to my hairdresser today thanking her for her kindness. She has been cutting my hair for over 15 years now, so she was just the person to break some bad news to me last week. When she was mid cut she noticed a significant round bald spot on the back of my head. Covered (thankfully) by my hair, it had gone unnoticed by me and anyone around me. I speculated that perhaps it had rubbed off when I had gone running with a hat on, but she said gently, but firmly that it did not look that way to her and that I should have it checked out by a doctor.
I usually don't share too much personal information here, mindful of my family's privacy. But this is something I have been struggling with this week, and it seemed that it might help to put in perspective if I said it out loud. I did go to the doctor today and was diagnosed with Alopecia Areata, a condition that causes areas of hair to fall out. It might grow back. It might not. I might get more bald spots. I might not.
Of course I have some mixed feelings. On one end of the spectrum is fear of what the future holds for my hair, and all the thoughts and associations that go along with the possible scenarios. On the other end, the realization that of all the health issues people deal with in life, this one has very little, if any effect on mine or my family's well being. In my “year of living kindly” (and thank you to my sister-in-law M for that line) my priorities are shifting a small bit. I'm learning that life is too short not to be kind, and is certainly to way too short to spend worrying too much about appearances. And while this doesn't mean I won't experience anxiety and stress if more hair does fall out, for today I am choosing to focus on the present.
And that means in part, reminding myself of those things for which I am grateful. This includes the support I have received from the small number of people with whom I have shared this “secret.” And especially for my hairdresser who delivered some tough news in the gentlest of ways, and allowed me to walk out of the salon with important information that I needed, and a fabulous haircut to boot.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Selling Soda, Pizza and Kindness
Day 238
I attended a meeting tonight for the committee to organize the concession sales for the town recreational basketball league. Usually when I get the call to volunteer selling food at sporting events (which is sport parent tradition apparently) I agree grudgingly. Youth sports are not usually a bastion of kindness, and I get my hackles up easily and frequently when I hear parents and or coaches yelling at the kids. So I try to keep my distance.
But the man who is running the basketball league this year was my son's soccer coach and is an example of just what youth sports should be (in my opinion). He values fun and learning, and makes sure that both are incorporated into his coaching. He gives constructive feedback and never fails to say “good job” to the kids. So when he asked for help it seemed it was time for me to stop complaining and be part of the solution.
Popcorn, peanuts, crackerjacks anyone?
I attended a meeting tonight for the committee to organize the concession sales for the town recreational basketball league. Usually when I get the call to volunteer selling food at sporting events (which is sport parent tradition apparently) I agree grudgingly. Youth sports are not usually a bastion of kindness, and I get my hackles up easily and frequently when I hear parents and or coaches yelling at the kids. So I try to keep my distance.
But the man who is running the basketball league this year was my son's soccer coach and is an example of just what youth sports should be (in my opinion). He values fun and learning, and makes sure that both are incorporated into his coaching. He gives constructive feedback and never fails to say “good job” to the kids. So when he asked for help it seemed it was time for me to stop complaining and be part of the solution.
Popcorn, peanuts, crackerjacks anyone?
Monday, November 22, 2010
Kindness Competes With The Green Eyed Monster
Day 237
Today I picked two names off the local giving tree to buy holiday gifts those in need. We do this every year and usually try to pick children who are around the same age as our boys. In past years it was a bit tricky since “Santa” brought gifts for Christmas, it was hard to explain why there were kids out there who needed us to help put gifts under their tree. And while we still do not mention out loud in our house that anyone other than Santa delivers gifts on Christmas Eve, this year we did not need to explain why it is important for us to help other families.
The two boys whose names we chose wanted similar toys to the ones my guys are hoping to get for Christmas (yes, I know Thanksgiving isn't even here yet, but that doesn't mean there aren't Christmas hints being dropped around here). When my sons arrived home after school the gifts were on the table and there were some difficult, but short lived, moments when the realization set in that they were for someone else. But they rallied quickly and announced that they thought they should make cards to go along with the gifts. I feel good to be able to say that while kindness was a bit delayed in our house, it did win out over jealousy.
Today I picked two names off the local giving tree to buy holiday gifts those in need. We do this every year and usually try to pick children who are around the same age as our boys. In past years it was a bit tricky since “Santa” brought gifts for Christmas, it was hard to explain why there were kids out there who needed us to help put gifts under their tree. And while we still do not mention out loud in our house that anyone other than Santa delivers gifts on Christmas Eve, this year we did not need to explain why it is important for us to help other families.
The two boys whose names we chose wanted similar toys to the ones my guys are hoping to get for Christmas (yes, I know Thanksgiving isn't even here yet, but that doesn't mean there aren't Christmas hints being dropped around here). When my sons arrived home after school the gifts were on the table and there were some difficult, but short lived, moments when the realization set in that they were for someone else. But they rallied quickly and announced that they thought they should make cards to go along with the gifts. I feel good to be able to say that while kindness was a bit delayed in our house, it did win out over jealousy.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Rice Crispy Kindness
Day 236
Every once in while I have to remind myself that being kind to family counts too. Today in the midst of errands my son and I stopped to get my daily cup (ok, my third of the day) of coffee. Usually he groans as it is his LEAST favorite stop. But today he agreed to join me with a cup of hot chocolate and any snack he wanted. He chose a rice crispy treat, and I was kind enough not to mention that I could make a whole pan of them for the price I was paying for one.
It was fun to hang out with him in “my” spot and remember that hot chocolate and a treat could make an ordinary day special.
Every once in while I have to remind myself that being kind to family counts too. Today in the midst of errands my son and I stopped to get my daily cup (ok, my third of the day) of coffee. Usually he groans as it is his LEAST favorite stop. But today he agreed to join me with a cup of hot chocolate and any snack he wanted. He chose a rice crispy treat, and I was kind enough not to mention that I could make a whole pan of them for the price I was paying for one.
It was fun to hang out with him in “my” spot and remember that hot chocolate and a treat could make an ordinary day special.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Three For The Price of One
Day 235
Two bonus acts of kindness today. My husband went running and reported to me that he fixed a mailbox that had been knocked down. My friend K. called to tell me she celebrated Give Flowers to Stranger Day a week early. For those unfamiliar with this holiday, it is usually celebrated on the 27th of the month. But truth is, it should absolutely be celebrated whenever one is moved to do so. As for me, a made an effort to chat with the cashier at the grocery store and compliment her valiant effort to stay ahead of the weekend before Thanksgiving shopping crush.
With a little help from my friends, it there was plenty of kindness to go around today.
Two bonus acts of kindness today. My husband went running and reported to me that he fixed a mailbox that had been knocked down. My friend K. called to tell me she celebrated Give Flowers to Stranger Day a week early. For those unfamiliar with this holiday, it is usually celebrated on the 27th of the month. But truth is, it should absolutely be celebrated whenever one is moved to do so. As for me, a made an effort to chat with the cashier at the grocery store and compliment her valiant effort to stay ahead of the weekend before Thanksgiving shopping crush.
With a little help from my friends, it there was plenty of kindness to go around today.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Putting Hard Limits to Kindness
Day 234
It is a bit tricky to put limits on being kind this time of year. It seems that everywhere you turn, there are requests for Thanksgiving donations and holiday toy drives. Saying no is hard, but it is impossible (financially) to always say yes, even if I know the need is great.
The studio where my sons take karate has been soliciting Thanksgiving basket donations for a local organization. The boys have been enthusiastic about wanting to participate, so today we dropped off gift cards for turkeys and some canned goods. I'm glad that they can be part of the process and are developing understanding that they should help when they can. The harder lesson we're finding, is teaching why sometimes we can't.
It is a bit tricky to put limits on being kind this time of year. It seems that everywhere you turn, there are requests for Thanksgiving donations and holiday toy drives. Saying no is hard, but it is impossible (financially) to always say yes, even if I know the need is great.
The studio where my sons take karate has been soliciting Thanksgiving basket donations for a local organization. The boys have been enthusiastic about wanting to participate, so today we dropped off gift cards for turkeys and some canned goods. I'm glad that they can be part of the process and are developing understanding that they should help when they can. The harder lesson we're finding, is teaching why sometimes we can't.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Kindly Calling the Kettle Black
Day 233
Today's kind idea of the day on the Random Acts of Kindness website was “ When you are purchasing your items in the check out line, take a moment to speak to the employee or clerk helping you.” So I recognized a certain irony as I was in line for my coffee and the woman in front of me motioned her order to the young man waiting on her while saying to whomever she was talking on the phone in a rather loud voice “the problem is she doesn't have any people skills.”
This happens to be one of my pet peeves, people talking on their phones and ignoring the actual person in front of them. In general, I am more on the intolerant side of cell phone use, and I am only now beginning to accept that that they are not just a passing phase. I need to work on being kind to cell phone users, despite my bias.
But for today, I was extra friendly to the person who served me my coffee.
Today's kind idea of the day on the Random Acts of Kindness website was “ When you are purchasing your items in the check out line, take a moment to speak to the employee or clerk helping you.” So I recognized a certain irony as I was in line for my coffee and the woman in front of me motioned her order to the young man waiting on her while saying to whomever she was talking on the phone in a rather loud voice “the problem is she doesn't have any people skills.”
This happens to be one of my pet peeves, people talking on their phones and ignoring the actual person in front of them. In general, I am more on the intolerant side of cell phone use, and I am only now beginning to accept that that they are not just a passing phase. I need to work on being kind to cell phone users, despite my bias.
But for today, I was extra friendly to the person who served me my coffee.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Kind Words Won't Cause Global Warming
Day 232
A kind word warms for three winters.
Yesterday my friends challenged me to use above fortune I received in a cookie as an inspiration for today's act of kindness. I accepted, but as it turns out, warming three winters isn't nearly as easy as it sounds.
I commented to the woman who served me coffee this morning that I liked her earrings, which was true, but did not seem really winter warm worthy. I told the cashier at the grocery store that I appreciated how pleasant and upbeat he is whenever I go thorough his line. Also true, but I doubt it would warm one winter, never mind three.
Not kind enough words? Or false fortune? Perhaps "a kind word warms for one autumn" is closer to the truth.
A kind word warms for three winters.
Yesterday my friends challenged me to use above fortune I received in a cookie as an inspiration for today's act of kindness. I accepted, but as it turns out, warming three winters isn't nearly as easy as it sounds.
I commented to the woman who served me coffee this morning that I liked her earrings, which was true, but did not seem really winter warm worthy. I told the cashier at the grocery store that I appreciated how pleasant and upbeat he is whenever I go thorough his line. Also true, but I doubt it would warm one winter, never mind three.
Not kind enough words? Or false fortune? Perhaps "a kind word warms for one autumn" is closer to the truth.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Coffee's On
Day 231
Before I left work this evening I set up the coffee pot so a push of the button is all it takes in the morning. One of my co-workers does this fairly often, which goes to show, as I have said several times in this blog, I'm no kinder than any one else. I just write about about it. However, I'm actually off of work tomorrow, so I'm hoping this does count in the above and beyond category.
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A kind word warms for three winters.
This was the fortune received when I went out to dinner this evening with two of my oldest friends (by old I mean longest lasting, but as the years go on, the two meanings begin to blur). They challenged me to use this to inspire an act of kindness. I have accepted the challenge and hope to warm some winters tomorrow.
Before I left work this evening I set up the coffee pot so a push of the button is all it takes in the morning. One of my co-workers does this fairly often, which goes to show, as I have said several times in this blog, I'm no kinder than any one else. I just write about about it. However, I'm actually off of work tomorrow, so I'm hoping this does count in the above and beyond category.
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A kind word warms for three winters.
This was the fortune received when I went out to dinner this evening with two of my oldest friends (by old I mean longest lasting, but as the years go on, the two meanings begin to blur). They challenged me to use this to inspire an act of kindness. I have accepted the challenge and hope to warm some winters tomorrow.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Kindness, Guilt and Yogurt Containers
Day 230
Plastic containers #5 have been the bane of my existence as of late. Our town doesn't recylcle them, and I feel guilty throwing them in the trash. About a month ago, I read in the paper that a store near my work would accept them for recyling. Since that time a pile has grown in our kitchen, and been moved periodically from the counter to the top of the fridge, back to the counter and to various other locations, waiting for transport to their destination. Yesterday my husband said “Should we just throw these away?”
That was the push I needed to follow through. Today I brought them to work with me and dropped them in the recycle bin at the store on the way home. Who says all guilt is all bad? Pair it with a commitment to kindness and I can really get some things done.
Plastic containers #5 have been the bane of my existence as of late. Our town doesn't recylcle them, and I feel guilty throwing them in the trash. About a month ago, I read in the paper that a store near my work would accept them for recyling. Since that time a pile has grown in our kitchen, and been moved periodically from the counter to the top of the fridge, back to the counter and to various other locations, waiting for transport to their destination. Yesterday my husband said “Should we just throw these away?”
That was the push I needed to follow through. Today I brought them to work with me and dropped them in the recycle bin at the store on the way home. Who says all guilt is all bad? Pair it with a commitment to kindness and I can really get some things done.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
The Act of Kindness That Wasn't
Day 230
Today's act of kindness falls under the good intentions category....
I was invited to participate on an internet radio show in Iowa where the topic was kindness. The host had read this blog and emailed to ask if she could interview me. I wanted to say no, but the woman was so incredibly enthusiastic and sincere that I felt like I couldn't decline. I asked my husband if I could count this as my act of kindness and his initial response was “No, I believe that falls under the category of shameless self promotion.” But I argued with absolute sincerity that it was not something I really wanted to do, that it was pretty far outside my comfort zone, and that I was far more content to write about kindness than talk about it in a live interview.
He acquiesced and said in fact that he thought it would be a fine act of kindness indeed. The interview was supposed to take place at 6 pm on a show called Brown on Black. I spent a better part of the afternoon feeling anxious, worrying about sounding inarticulate, and wishing it were over. I spent from 5 to 5:57 pacing the house. At promptly 5:58 I called the station as instructed only to find out there were technical difficulties and the show would not be running tonight.
Tune in next Sunday for a replay, and possibly an actual interview.
Today's act of kindness falls under the good intentions category....
I was invited to participate on an internet radio show in Iowa where the topic was kindness. The host had read this blog and emailed to ask if she could interview me. I wanted to say no, but the woman was so incredibly enthusiastic and sincere that I felt like I couldn't decline. I asked my husband if I could count this as my act of kindness and his initial response was “No, I believe that falls under the category of shameless self promotion.” But I argued with absolute sincerity that it was not something I really wanted to do, that it was pretty far outside my comfort zone, and that I was far more content to write about kindness than talk about it in a live interview.
He acquiesced and said in fact that he thought it would be a fine act of kindness indeed. The interview was supposed to take place at 6 pm on a show called Brown on Black. I spent a better part of the afternoon feeling anxious, worrying about sounding inarticulate, and wishing it were over. I spent from 5 to 5:57 pacing the house. At promptly 5:58 I called the station as instructed only to find out there were technical difficulties and the show would not be running tonight.
Tune in next Sunday for a replay, and possibly an actual interview.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Bells Will Be Ringing
Day 228
My family signed up today to work a shift for the Salvation Army Kettle Campaign the weekend after Thanksgiving. I received the request through email about a week ago and immediately deleted it. It was hard to imagine standing there for a couple of hours ringing the bell, knowing that many people walking by will try to avoid you. I know that's what happens because I have done just this.
I always put money in the first couple times I see the kettle, but then after a while I think to myself “I already gave to the last three people I saw.” But the truth is, it isn't a huge a amount of money, even if I put in a dollar every time I passed a kettle. Twenty dollars by the end of the season would be at the high end, probably less than that.
But my commitment to kindness caused me to rethink my decision. There is a tremendous need this year and the Salvation Army really does so much to help people, especially the folks who have so little. So on the Saturday after Thanksgiving my husband, my boys and I will be out there ringing away. Drop some money in the kettle if you see us. But we'll try not to take it personally if you cross to the other side of the street. After all, it took us awhile to get it too.
My family signed up today to work a shift for the Salvation Army Kettle Campaign the weekend after Thanksgiving. I received the request through email about a week ago and immediately deleted it. It was hard to imagine standing there for a couple of hours ringing the bell, knowing that many people walking by will try to avoid you. I know that's what happens because I have done just this.
I always put money in the first couple times I see the kettle, but then after a while I think to myself “I already gave to the last three people I saw.” But the truth is, it isn't a huge a amount of money, even if I put in a dollar every time I passed a kettle. Twenty dollars by the end of the season would be at the high end, probably less than that.
But my commitment to kindness caused me to rethink my decision. There is a tremendous need this year and the Salvation Army really does so much to help people, especially the folks who have so little. So on the Saturday after Thanksgiving my husband, my boys and I will be out there ringing away. Drop some money in the kettle if you see us. But we'll try not to take it personally if you cross to the other side of the street. After all, it took us awhile to get it too.
Friday, November 12, 2010
For the Birds
Dat 227
I put my bird feeders up today, the official start of almost winter. I had to go to the store to stock up on bird seed since, once we put up the “open for business” sign, we go through quite a bit. Now, I considered counting this as my act of kindness for the day as I'm sure the birds think it is. But I do know there are also folks who don't think wildlife, including birds, should be fed by humans. So to avoid the risk of evoking the ire of that group, I will not put this in the kindness column.
On my way to get the bird seed however, there was a shopping cart in the middle of the road in the plaza. I watched several cars go around it, and I drove around it as well. As I did I thought “who better to get out of the car and move that cart out of the road and put it where it belongs but me.” And I did and this one IS going in the kindness column for the day.
I put my bird feeders up today, the official start of almost winter. I had to go to the store to stock up on bird seed since, once we put up the “open for business” sign, we go through quite a bit. Now, I considered counting this as my act of kindness for the day as I'm sure the birds think it is. But I do know there are also folks who don't think wildlife, including birds, should be fed by humans. So to avoid the risk of evoking the ire of that group, I will not put this in the kindness column.
On my way to get the bird seed however, there was a shopping cart in the middle of the road in the plaza. I watched several cars go around it, and I drove around it as well. As I did I thought “who better to get out of the car and move that cart out of the road and put it where it belongs but me.” And I did and this one IS going in the kindness column for the day.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Veteran's Day
Day 226
My dad is a veteran of World War II. In honor of him and Veteran's Day, my boys sat down today and made a list of questions about his experience. They are excited to see him this weekend and ask him in person. It is a small acknowledgment of his service and a reminder to our boys and to us that today is not just a day off from work and school.
Veterans, thank you for your service.
My dad is a veteran of World War II. In honor of him and Veteran's Day, my boys sat down today and made a list of questions about his experience. They are excited to see him this weekend and ask him in person. It is a small acknowledgment of his service and a reminder to our boys and to us that today is not just a day off from work and school.
Veterans, thank you for your service.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Celebrate The Cactus
Day 225
A friend gave me a Christmas cactus about 10 years ago. It is not the official name I'm sure. They are called this because they bloom once a year, around Christmas time. Mine blooms in November so I prefer to the name “Thanksgiving cactus.” I have since lost touch with my friend, but I think of her every year when the cactus shows it's beautiful red flowers. And I always say to myself, I should let C know I'm thinking about her. This year, I actually did. I sent an email telling her just that, and about the cactus of course.
And like many of the things I have done because of my commitment to kindness and this blog, it felt a bit silly when I realized how little time it took. I do hope I hear back from her, and that she doesn't procrastinate for as many years as I did.
A friend gave me a Christmas cactus about 10 years ago. It is not the official name I'm sure. They are called this because they bloom once a year, around Christmas time. Mine blooms in November so I prefer to the name “Thanksgiving cactus.” I have since lost touch with my friend, but I think of her every year when the cactus shows it's beautiful red flowers. And I always say to myself, I should let C know I'm thinking about her. This year, I actually did. I sent an email telling her just that, and about the cactus of course.
And like many of the things I have done because of my commitment to kindness and this blog, it felt a bit silly when I realized how little time it took. I do hope I hear back from her, and that she doesn't procrastinate for as many years as I did.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Let Them Eat Cake
Day 224
Today is my birthday and I was quite fortunate to be on the receiving end of much kindness beginning with a trio singing to me at 6 AM. In honor of the day I stopped in a the restaurant next to where my kids were in class and ordered a piece of cake for the next customer who came in after I left. The person whom I ordered it from seemed a bit confused, but agreed to carry out my plan.
Here's hoping the recipient enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed my day.
Today is my birthday and I was quite fortunate to be on the receiving end of much kindness beginning with a trio singing to me at 6 AM. In honor of the day I stopped in a the restaurant next to where my kids were in class and ordered a piece of cake for the next customer who came in after I left. The person whom I ordered it from seemed a bit confused, but agreed to carry out my plan.
Here's hoping the recipient enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed my day.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Kind Intentions But...
Day 223
Today was an attempt at kindness, without much success. When I was checking out of the market , the woman in back of me accidentally forgot to put the bar between her order and mine. Before we discovered the mistake, about a half dozen cans of her soup were in my grocery bag and on my tab. She was clearly embarrassed and apologized several times. I said “no problem” and “don't worry about it,” and tried to make a joke (apparently not a funny one) about how we both liked the same kind of soup. But she looked so annoyed with herself, nothing I said seemed to have an effect.
I felt bad that I could not get her to smile. I left the store wishing I knew just what to say to help her put her 'mistake' (as she saw it) out of her mind. I guess sometimes kindness fails---even when with the best intentions.
Today was an attempt at kindness, without much success. When I was checking out of the market , the woman in back of me accidentally forgot to put the bar between her order and mine. Before we discovered the mistake, about a half dozen cans of her soup were in my grocery bag and on my tab. She was clearly embarrassed and apologized several times. I said “no problem” and “don't worry about it,” and tried to make a joke (apparently not a funny one) about how we both liked the same kind of soup. But she looked so annoyed with herself, nothing I said seemed to have an effect.
I felt bad that I could not get her to smile. I left the store wishing I knew just what to say to help her put her 'mistake' (as she saw it) out of her mind. I guess sometimes kindness fails---even when with the best intentions.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Big Tree Small Act
Day 222
We have a family tradition that every year about this time, my husband and the boys go to a particular Christmas tree farm to pick out a tree. I do not join them for this trip for the simple reason that they consider me a stick in the mud who who will prevent them from picking out a tree that is clearly too large for our house. Which is true. So every year they go without me, and I maintain the tradition of complaining that the tree is too big (which it always is).
They also come home each time enthusiastic about how nice the couple is who runs the farm. These folks always make sure their customers have a warm and fun experience. So today when the boys decided to go tree hunting, I put together a small plate of cookies and a note to the couple thanking them for making it such a special outing every year for my family.
This year, the boys did have to break with tradition and bring me along because we had some errands to do after. I agreed to stay in the car and not participate in the tree choosing. I also promised not to peek at what they chose (but I did and it's a mammoth one that will never fit in the house). My husband came to get me, and told me that that the woman running the place insisted on meeting me. I walked up to the stand and she immediately came around to hug and thank me for the card and cookies. She clearly was quite touched. She also said she was happy to see me because every year when my trio showed up, she wondered if there was a mom in the family. I explained the reason for my absence and she acknowledged that my boys sure do like to pick large trees.
Often lately my “acts of kindness” are motivated by commitment to having something to write about every day here. Today was a nice and simple reminder that the real reason for follow through is, well, to be kind. And more often then not, that makes folks feel good.
We have a family tradition that every year about this time, my husband and the boys go to a particular Christmas tree farm to pick out a tree. I do not join them for this trip for the simple reason that they consider me a stick in the mud who who will prevent them from picking out a tree that is clearly too large for our house. Which is true. So every year they go without me, and I maintain the tradition of complaining that the tree is too big (which it always is).
They also come home each time enthusiastic about how nice the couple is who runs the farm. These folks always make sure their customers have a warm and fun experience. So today when the boys decided to go tree hunting, I put together a small plate of cookies and a note to the couple thanking them for making it such a special outing every year for my family.
This year, the boys did have to break with tradition and bring me along because we had some errands to do after. I agreed to stay in the car and not participate in the tree choosing. I also promised not to peek at what they chose (but I did and it's a mammoth one that will never fit in the house). My husband came to get me, and told me that that the woman running the place insisted on meeting me. I walked up to the stand and she immediately came around to hug and thank me for the card and cookies. She clearly was quite touched. She also said she was happy to see me because every year when my trio showed up, she wondered if there was a mom in the family. I explained the reason for my absence and she acknowledged that my boys sure do like to pick large trees.
Often lately my “acts of kindness” are motivated by commitment to having something to write about every day here. Today was a nice and simple reminder that the real reason for follow through is, well, to be kind. And more often then not, that makes folks feel good.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Longing For Two Cans and a String
Day 221
Kindness is the age of facebook is sometimes a bit tricky. I'm sort of a facebook “lurker,” rarely posting but frequently snooping around on friend's pages. Today I saw that a friend, a teenager, posted that her dog had died suddenly and unexpectedly. I felt so sad for her, and it made me remember when she told me about getting him as a puppy. I usually make it a point never to comment on any of my “younger” friends' posts on facebook pages because I feel a bit as if I am a guest in their world whose presence is best not highlighted in any way. But I did write her an email telling her how sorry I was.
After I sent it, I felt odd, like somehow it was not an adequate response. So then I mailed a card to the family expressing my condolences. A card seems so much more real, something that the recipient can hold in their hand, and read again later if they want to. Or perhaps it is just an age thing. Maybe today's generation, raised on texting, smart phones, twitter, facebook and probably a dozen other methods of communication I don't even know about, does take as much comfort from sympathy expressed through cyberspace as people used to from phone calls and cards.
I'm not sure how far I will continue down the path of the virtual world of communication. I don't know how to text or twitter, but I use email and snoop around on facebook. My kids are 10 and 11 right now so I know I need to start getting up to speed on the sooner side rather than later. I suspect however, that no matter how much I learn to partake in the communication paths available in the 21st century, I will always long a little for the way it was, back in the day.
Kindness is the age of facebook is sometimes a bit tricky. I'm sort of a facebook “lurker,” rarely posting but frequently snooping around on friend's pages. Today I saw that a friend, a teenager, posted that her dog had died suddenly and unexpectedly. I felt so sad for her, and it made me remember when she told me about getting him as a puppy. I usually make it a point never to comment on any of my “younger” friends' posts on facebook pages because I feel a bit as if I am a guest in their world whose presence is best not highlighted in any way. But I did write her an email telling her how sorry I was.
After I sent it, I felt odd, like somehow it was not an adequate response. So then I mailed a card to the family expressing my condolences. A card seems so much more real, something that the recipient can hold in their hand, and read again later if they want to. Or perhaps it is just an age thing. Maybe today's generation, raised on texting, smart phones, twitter, facebook and probably a dozen other methods of communication I don't even know about, does take as much comfort from sympathy expressed through cyberspace as people used to from phone calls and cards.
I'm not sure how far I will continue down the path of the virtual world of communication. I don't know how to text or twitter, but I use email and snoop around on facebook. My kids are 10 and 11 right now so I know I need to start getting up to speed on the sooner side rather than later. I suspect however, that no matter how much I learn to partake in the communication paths available in the 21st century, I will always long a little for the way it was, back in the day.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Almost In the Bag, Take Two
Day 220
A few days ago I wrote about my failed attempt to be proactive in providing a donation for the Boy Scouts food drive (Almost in the Bag). Today I tried again, hopefully with more success. I refilled the bag to replace the food my dog had helped himself to last week and left it on top of the mailbox. Pick up is scheduled for sometime in the morning. Now, it is possible there may be a large dog, or perhaps some wild animal roaming the neighborhood who might figure out how to knock it down to ground.
But I'm taking the chance that the food will be safer out there than in my house.
A few days ago I wrote about my failed attempt to be proactive in providing a donation for the Boy Scouts food drive (Almost in the Bag). Today I tried again, hopefully with more success. I refilled the bag to replace the food my dog had helped himself to last week and left it on top of the mailbox. Pick up is scheduled for sometime in the morning. Now, it is possible there may be a large dog, or perhaps some wild animal roaming the neighborhood who might figure out how to knock it down to ground.
But I'm taking the chance that the food will be safer out there than in my house.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
A Shot of Kindness
Day 219
Coffee with a shot. A cupcake shot that is. I stopped this afternoon for a coffee and noticed they were selling cupcake “shots” for a dollar. This is a bite size cupcake, rather overpriced at a dollar if you ask me. But the perfect price for an act of kindness. I gave the cashier two dollars and asked her to give them to two people who looked like they needed a pick me up. She smiled and said “Really? Well you just made my day!” And hearing that absolutely made mine.
Coffee with a shot. A cupcake shot that is. I stopped this afternoon for a coffee and noticed they were selling cupcake “shots” for a dollar. This is a bite size cupcake, rather overpriced at a dollar if you ask me. But the perfect price for an act of kindness. I gave the cashier two dollars and asked her to give them to two people who looked like they needed a pick me up. She smiled and said “Really? Well you just made my day!” And hearing that absolutely made mine.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
"No, Really, After You
Day 218
I got my new driver's license today. In this state, you can do this at Triple AAA, which is light years ahead of getting it at the DMV. When I arrived there were only four people ahead of me in line, as opposed to the last time I went to the DMV when I took a number and the estimated wait time was three and half hours. So when the man came in behind me and started muttering rather loudly about having to wait in line, I thought to myself, are you kidding me? But what I said aloud was “I'm not in a rush if you would like to go ahead of me.”
His demeanor instantly changed from agitated and grouchy to quite pleasant and a little sheepish. He said “Oh no, I'm not really in that big of hurry, I need to learn to be more patient.” We talked a bit about the the merits of Triple AAA serving as a branch of the DMV, and how the line always seems to go quickly. So quickly in fact that after chatting for about two minutes it was my turn at the head of the line.
I always hope that my attempts at kindness will have a positive effect on the recipients, but more often than not, I have no way of knowing. Every once in a while it's fun to experience the results.
I got my new driver's license today. In this state, you can do this at Triple AAA, which is light years ahead of getting it at the DMV. When I arrived there were only four people ahead of me in line, as opposed to the last time I went to the DMV when I took a number and the estimated wait time was three and half hours. So when the man came in behind me and started muttering rather loudly about having to wait in line, I thought to myself, are you kidding me? But what I said aloud was “I'm not in a rush if you would like to go ahead of me.”
His demeanor instantly changed from agitated and grouchy to quite pleasant and a little sheepish. He said “Oh no, I'm not really in that big of hurry, I need to learn to be more patient.” We talked a bit about the the merits of Triple AAA serving as a branch of the DMV, and how the line always seems to go quickly. So quickly in fact that after chatting for about two minutes it was my turn at the head of the line.
I always hope that my attempts at kindness will have a positive effect on the recipients, but more often than not, I have no way of knowing. Every once in a while it's fun to experience the results.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Good Intentions
Day 217
When I got to work today I noticed that the kitchen was messier than usual. Most of the time I would throw my lunch in the fridge and keep on going. It's not that I don't want be helpful. Often I (like many other folks) am preoccupied with my thoughts, so I don't even notice. Besides that, the messy work kitchen was still cleaner than mine at home, which is another reason it doesn't occur to me that there is a need for tidying. But today I did see there was some spiffing up to be done so before I even went to my desk I washed the dishes in the sink, emptied the garbage and scrubbed the waste basket with soap and water. Feeling like I had done my part, and perhaps even my kind deed for the day, I proceeded to my desk and turned on my computer. Awaiting me was an email from the office manger with the reminder that it was my department's turn this month to make sure that the kitchen was kept clean.
There went those kindness points...
Then I thought it would be nice for me to make coffee for my co-workers in the Coffee Club. I had already had a cup at home and one on my way into work, so I wasn't planning on drinking anymore. But wouldn't it be kind to make some for everyone else. I went to the kitchen and filled the carafe with water (which was easy to do since there were no longer any dirty dishes in the sink), returned to the coffee pot only to find that my very kind co-worker had it all set up before she left yesterday. All I had to do was turn it on. Drat, trumped by one of those people who are kind without even trying.
To summarize, the kitchen is clean, the coffee was brewed, and I have nothing to report today but my good intentions.
When I got to work today I noticed that the kitchen was messier than usual. Most of the time I would throw my lunch in the fridge and keep on going. It's not that I don't want be helpful. Often I (like many other folks) am preoccupied with my thoughts, so I don't even notice. Besides that, the messy work kitchen was still cleaner than mine at home, which is another reason it doesn't occur to me that there is a need for tidying. But today I did see there was some spiffing up to be done so before I even went to my desk I washed the dishes in the sink, emptied the garbage and scrubbed the waste basket with soap and water. Feeling like I had done my part, and perhaps even my kind deed for the day, I proceeded to my desk and turned on my computer. Awaiting me was an email from the office manger with the reminder that it was my department's turn this month to make sure that the kitchen was kept clean.
There went those kindness points...
Then I thought it would be nice for me to make coffee for my co-workers in the Coffee Club. I had already had a cup at home and one on my way into work, so I wasn't planning on drinking anymore. But wouldn't it be kind to make some for everyone else. I went to the kitchen and filled the carafe with water (which was easy to do since there were no longer any dirty dishes in the sink), returned to the coffee pot only to find that my very kind co-worker had it all set up before she left yesterday. All I had to do was turn it on. Drat, trumped by one of those people who are kind without even trying.
To summarize, the kitchen is clean, the coffee was brewed, and I have nothing to report today but my good intentions.
Monday, November 1, 2010
The Value of a Dollar
Day 216
The end of the day rolled around, and I had yet to perform an act of kindness worthy of writing about. As I was on my way out the door to bring my boys to karate, a small but fun idea came to mind (one that I'm sure is not my original idea but I can't remember where I saw it). I wrote on a piece of paper “If you find this, it's your lucky day” and stuck it to a dollar bill. When we got to the studio I put it just outside the door. This way I could actually peek out from inside to see what happened when someone found it.
As I stood inside, I surreptitiously looked out the window. A man walked by with his little boy, who looked around four or so. They stopped and picked it up, read the note and continued on, the boy holding the money tightly in his hand. I was thrilled that they were the finders. I'm pretty sure that four is the perfect age to appreciate the adventure of finding a dollar.
The end of the day rolled around, and I had yet to perform an act of kindness worthy of writing about. As I was on my way out the door to bring my boys to karate, a small but fun idea came to mind (one that I'm sure is not my original idea but I can't remember where I saw it). I wrote on a piece of paper “If you find this, it's your lucky day” and stuck it to a dollar bill. When we got to the studio I put it just outside the door. This way I could actually peek out from inside to see what happened when someone found it.
As I stood inside, I surreptitiously looked out the window. A man walked by with his little boy, who looked around four or so. They stopped and picked it up, read the note and continued on, the boy holding the money tightly in his hand. I was thrilled that they were the finders. I'm pretty sure that four is the perfect age to appreciate the adventure of finding a dollar.
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