HumanKind.. Be Both

I love this idea for a thread. For me, I think the biggest kindness you can do, day in and day out, is to simply give everyone you meet or encounter the dignity of your respect. I feel that respect is not something that is earned: it is there as a fundamental (or should be), and can only be unearned.
 
Let not thy heart be filled with loss and grief instead allow it to swell in the love and knowledge that the encounter happened for however long
 
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
 
you all make my christmas heart very very happy

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(Full text via)little story I picked up from a tumblr

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy,’ she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.’

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.

They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said.

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware – beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. (x)


This is a most beautiful and touching story...I needed to read this...ty for sharing:heart:
 
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For you.. who had the most infectious laugh.. who loved movie theater popcorn.. who came to work each and every day with a smile and a kind word.. who held us accountable and encouraged us to grow.
For you.. who lived for the joy of your child.. who held her dreams in the palm of your hand but held your hand open enough that she could fly away when the time came.
For you.. and for me.. because I'll miss you.
 
" I think probably Kindness is my number one attribute in a human being. I'll put it before any of the things like courage, or bravery, or generosity, or anything else...KINDNESS-that simple word. To be KIND-it covers everything to my mind. If you are KIND, that's IT"

~Roald Dahl~:heart:
 
" I think probably Kindness is my number one attribute in a human being. I'll put it before any of the things like courage, or bravery, or generosity, or anything else...KINDNESS-that simple word. To be KIND-it covers everything to my mind. If you are KIND, that's IT"

~Roald Dahl~:heart:
Hi BC...very much agree😊🌹
 
Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders. ~ H. D. Thoreau
 
Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders. ~ H. D. Thoreau

Yes. That. The only problem is I always expect the seed to be there...and when it isn't I have trouble getting past the disappointment. But I'll continue to hope for the wonderful growth.
 
An ask and answer I saw on tumblr this morning... this applies to pretty much whoever reads this. :heart:

ASK: It seems like a silly question, but how does a 5'2 bulldozer with dirty nails, grass and coffee stains, a job, a household to run, animals to tend take a step back and start to push through the always tired and self hatred and feel like affection and attraction aren't misplaced. All the things that used to feel like gifts to him just feel like the world's going to fall apart if I don't do them. I just need to feel worthy again

what the actual fuck is up with all the heartbreaking asks today?


Do I fucking need to have a sit down with you lot and explain how shit works? I will you know - don’t fucking tempt me - you really won’t like it.

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First up: Anon - YOU ARE WORTHY AND FUCKING PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE. YOU ARE ENOUGH.

Worth is what you are. Worth is not what you do. Worth is not what you have. Worth is who you are.

No questions asked. No debate. No doubt. No arguments.

And second: this shit ain’t easy. Life fucks you coming and going but guess what?

You’re still worthy and your worth is right where it’s always been.

In your body. In your mind. In your skin and bones. In your grass stained hands and dirty fingernails. In your laugh. In your tears. In your need. In your desperate seeking. In your trying so hard to be more. In your tired ass don’t-know-how-the-fuck-to-do-this-shit-anymore attitude. In your beautiful heart. In your bright shining indomitable spirit.

Your worth is you. Every single bit of you.

Take a breath, sweet soul and let your worth fill you up.

You’re worth it. I promise.

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I saw a video story on instagram about a veterinarian who would treat homeless dogs for free! Knowing how expensive the animal care scene is, I thought it was very admirable of her to do!

I also saw another video on youtube about a lady who opened her own salon , catered to obese women. So they can feel comfortable and get glammed up with a good quality equipment!
 
My son was married yesterday in the park
surrounded by wildflowers
in simple glass bottles
and a few chosen of the many who will support them on their journey.

She carried a bridal bouquet made of old broaches collected from friends and family
symbols of all the women who will support her

He stood with his brothers who, instead of a bachelor party, brought him to my home after the rehearsal dinner so that they could "keep mom from crying all night."
(I don't think I would have - but I love that they chose to be home with me)

And they chose the following:
Now you feel no rain,
For each of you will be shelter to the other.
Now you will feel no cold,
For each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no more loneliness,
For each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two bodies,
But there is one life before you.
Go now to your dwelling place,
To enter into the days of your togetherness.
And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

And I extend this to each of you
each of you who believes in simple blessings
May peace and kindness light your path.

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^^^^^ congratulations Gigglegasm and to the happy couple. May they have many years of joy and adventure together. :heart:
 
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