Happy World Kindness Day (November 13)
Three things in human life are important: The first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.” —Henry James
We were living in Chicago during the Hub’s sabbatical year. Now, I was born in Chicago and have lived there several times off and on during my life. I love it. But I also know the city has some dangerous places and scary people. If you can’t avoid them, you lock windows and doors and try to get past them as quickly as possible. So there I was, driving through one of the scary bits in my soccer-mom minivan, baby asleep in her carseat behind me. I was focussed on just getting out of there.
It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was already setting in long shadows when I looked in my rear mirror and saw a huge bearded man whose leather vest showed arms covered in tattoos. He rode a massive motorcycle that seemed to be mostly made of gleaming chrome, and he was yelling something at me. I didn’t hesitate. My foot hit the gas and the van shot forward as I wrestled it around and through the potholes. But the faster I went, the closer he came, yelling all the way. I was almost in tears, muttering words I hoped the scary-verbal child in the backseat wouldn’t be able to repeat to her grandparents. Then, like a miracle, I shot through a light as it turned red. My pursuer was trapped by cross-traffic. In relief, I puttered up the street just as I realized that the train barriers ahead were flashing and lowering. I had to stop.
I watched in my window as the motorcycle came toward me, swerving around the back of my van until the gigantic biker was next to me. He leaned over and rapped on my window. Maybe I could talk him out of whatever he was planning? Surely, with people around… Meekly, I unrolled the window halfway.
“Lady.” He smiled at me. “You lost this when you hit that pothole back there.” He held up my hubcap. (My obscenely-expensive new hubcap, since the original set had been stolen the week we moved to Chicago.) “Have a good one!” He handed over the hubcap, waved to the baby, and roared off.
Kindness: May you recognize it when you experience it and may you pass it along. Because if there was ever a time when we all need kindness, it’s now.
What was your most memorable random act of kindness?
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My “most memorable random act of kindness” was more than one. When I was young, out on the road and hungry, I can name for you (even today) every person who took me in and fed me.
A few: The old Jewish couple who took me into their home fed me lox. Being a stupid kid, I didn’t know the expense involved. They could have given me a peanut butter sandwich. Or nothing at all.
Then there was this guy who took me into a restaurant and told me to order anything wanted.
I can’t tell you how many times I knocked on the back door of a restaurant asking if I could work for a meal and was told to sit down, they’d feed me, not work needed. Or mindful of my pride, they’d have me sweep a floor for five minutes before feeding me.
Those kind of things I remember.
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They all sound so kind. Especially the lox. (Not sure if I could bring myself to share my lox. Just saying…)
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omg, ha! this is so funny, and i would have done the same thing! so embarrassing too because you knew he knew.
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He was very polite, but he absolutely knew!
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There have been a few. Thanks for reminding me to think of them. Great post, Barb.
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These days, I think we all need to practice some deliberate kindness, both for others and for ourselves.
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I love this—a good lesson in stereotyping. Something I get caught up in often. There is kindness everywhere. Like the woman in Atocha train station who helped us take our luggage down to the train when there were no luggage trolleys. Have a super kindness filled day. xo
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It never ceases to amaze me how kind people are. My challenge is to accept that.
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And then there is you, the poster child for kindness!
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You are too kind! ;)
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Hi Barb, I ALWAYS enjoy receiving your gmails, so another one inviting a broad smile. . . My dear mum drank at the well of kindness, and cheesy at it sounds, it sort of rubbed off on me a bit. A happy part of the ‘oi polloi’ I have no illusions about my stand in life, but never seemed to have quite enough money to spread around, and – as back in the 40s and 50s there were plenty of needy people around, befriended a few of the slightly wealthier families about and collected their ‘cast-offs’ to give to the poorer families. It worked a treat, several times. ‘Giving’ garners good feelings. Always! Keep doing what you do. . .Cheers!
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Kindness doesn’t always require money. I always think it’s more about figuring what you can do to help, and so often that requires your time more than your money. Clearly, that makes you so very kind!
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Our battered Volvo estate gave up as I was about to make a right hand turn. Impatient traffic raced past on both sides and I was horrified at the risks they were taking. A young man in a small truck parked behind me, told me to ignore the idiots and calmly worked under the bonnet until the engine started, He then followed me round to a place where it was safe to stop and checked all was well. He refused to take any payment, but we found out he and his father owned a small garage in one of the local villages. We are still loyal customers. Incidentally, he and his father were passing when we were forty miles away with a punctured tyre and sorted it, and he came to my rescue again when our next battered car failed in Tesco’s car park. Only the son is left now, and he chooses his customers. We’re blessed to be on his list.
Kindness has the power to make a huge difference to someone’s life. I do feel unable to do much today to make a difference, but I can be kind. Thanks, Barb.
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I think being kind means you’re doing far more than you will ever know.
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What a fantastic story, Barb. You can never judge a book…
I also recall those dangerous parts of Chicago – the Dan Ryan Expressway is where you NEVER want to break down – and the potholes. There was a major road called Dempster that led from Evanston to some highway or other and we knicknamed it Bumpster because of all the potholes that never seemed to get filled.
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I love this!
On a completely unrelated note, my dad once lost a hubcap and he offered a $5 reward to the child who found it. We scoured a ditch for the longest time before I found it and claimed the prize.
Imagine my shock upon becoming an adult and learning that the hubcap was worth FAR more than that.
But now you’ve got me thinking about random acts of kindness. I think it was probably on an airplane, when a very kind passenger helped entertain my colicky baby.
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Kindness comes in all kinds of packages. I made and hung a quilt outside my door that says Cultivate Kindness. So many are lost in their own dramas they forget to look up and see there are others who could use a smile or a kind word. I missed Kindness day.
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Love this!!
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I love this! Kindness can change the world, one person at a time.
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The world could do with a lot more kindness, can’t it? Sigh !
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