Saturday, November 21, 2015

Random Acts of Kindness

My mother was always a good friend all. She shared flowers and produce from her garden with everyone she knew. She shared her baked goods, her knowledge of gardening and her good humor. She got many of these traits from her mother. My mother and grandmother were born and raised in a small town (tiny, really) in central Kansas. Neighborliness was a way of life.  If someone died, everyone brought food. Home baked pies and cakes were shared. My grandmother was always quick to set another place at the table or give a friend a quart of strawberries. My aunts stitched quilts for people. One aunt and uncle shared the fish they caught. People didn't have much in the way of material goods, but they shared what they had.  

I hope I have some of these traits. I do share from my garden and from my kitchen. Always ask if I can bring something, maybe my orange-yogurt bread or my lemon poppyseed cake. I try to keep in touch with friends and I still send Christmas cards.  Give to the food bank. Help my children. Donate to charities. Offer to help out with a neighbor's dog. At work, I mentored junior employees, as I had once been mentored.  

As a published writer, something I do if offer to read other writer's work and critique it--gently. I always wish someone had done the same for me.  

We give of our time, money and our expertise not expecting anything in return. It is simply being human, sharing what we have. My heart breaks when I see the refugee families from the Middle East, the young children, always clean, the adults well-dressed and well-spoken, driven from their native land with nothing. We can show them our random acts of kindness by a simple welcome.  Would that be so difficult?  I hope not. 


Diane Bator
Skye Taylor
Beverley Bateman
Fiona McGier
Bob Rich
Marci Baun
Connie Vines
Rachael Kosinski
Hollie Glover
Anne Stenhouse
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Dr Bob Rich said...

Judy, thank you for this post.

I am particularly in tune with your last paragraph on refugees, having been a refugee kid myself. Do onto others as you would have done onto you...

Keep up the good work,


Anne Stenhouse said...

Hi Judy, Community is so good to grow up in. We didn't have many cultivated flowers in our garden and when it was my mum's turn to do the Church flowers, she would send me, by invitation, to collect some from friends in the main street. A nice way to mix the generations as those gardeners were all the older people. anne stenhouse