Our food for thought this weekend is a short story of inspiration, how a small act of kindness can make an impact in one’s life.
I remember the chilly wind, the kind that makes you stretch out your sweater sleeves to cover the rest of your hands. I believe it was December because I recall seeing people outside their houses decorating for Christmas.
With my backpack on my back, I was riding my bike on my way to school, my hands freezing to the point where I could not feel the tip of my fingers. I could feel the wind hitting my face as I pedaled faster. My hands were gone, I did not know exactly what was holding the handles of the bike or whatever force moved it to the right direction. My nose and my ears were the next parts of my body to disappear. I was breathing fast but every time I inhaled, it felt like drowning. I clutched the handles hard to feel it in my grip as the houses on both sides of the street slid past me. The road was long, and bumpy but I knew better to just look straight ahead.
I was listening to music through my earphones coming from my music player, I would play the same songs every time and I knew that it took me twelve songs to get to school. I was counting how many had played since I left home when I heard a faint sound, I quickly pulled the earphones out of my ear and let my right foot drag the pavement to a sudden halt.
“Hey” I heard it loud and clear this time. I looked around and spotted an old woman approaching me. I was very shy then and I could barely speak English, so I was startled and nervous. I had started to wonder why I had stopped in the first place. As the lady got closer, I started to wonder what I had done wrong. “Hey, little girl, wait there. Just a second” she was trying to walk as fast as she could, she was an old lady, she was wearing white slippers and a robe. I noticed that she was holding something else, but I could not tell what it was.
She bent down to catch her breath and when she looked up, she held out her hand, “this is for you.” I was puzzled but I took it, it was a pair of gloves the color of the morning sky. “I see you every morning and I have been meaning to give you this.” I managed to mutter out a “thank you,” the old lady nodded and walked back to her house. I slid my hands in the gloves and immediately I felt as my icy rock hands came back to life.
From that day on, I wore my gloves to keep my hands warm and every time I passed by the house of the old lady I would smile. I was grateful to her, she did more than to warm my hands, she warmed my heart.
There are so many kind people, angels that are always willing to help others without giving it a second thought. Like the lady that gave me her umbrella because she saw me soaked with rain as I was walking home from school. Even though I shook my head and told her that she needed the umbrella too. After that day I tried to remember what she looked like, but I would not remember. I knew she was tall because it was hard to look at her face through the rain.
Or that time a man knocked on my dad’s car window and gave him the money that he had earned for that day working at a grocery and liquor store so that my dad could get a hotel room. My dad tells us that story all the time, it was when he had just arrived in the United States and could not afford to rent a place so he slept in his car and one day a man knocked on his window and told him “this is my earning for the whole day but you need it more than I do.”
In this world filled with havoc, kindness flashes a bright light of hope. I have come a long way and through my journey generous people have been there for me, they lent me a helping hand and stood me on my feet when I was on the ground helpless. I am eternally grateful for them, and the lessons they taught me. I can show my gratitude by passing it on.
Yes! The world needs more kindness, that’s for sure. I always tell my kids to be kind to others. This is such a sweet story.
I am inspired to do more simple acts. A small thing can mean so much to another person.
WE really need more kindness in the world. Even the smallest kind act can cause a ripple effect and just a small thing can make such a huge difference.
Aww!! This is such a great post. I do remember a similar story that happened to my daughter at the age of 4 or 5 and she still remembers it to this day. I enjoy helping out others that need assistance as well. It makes me happy to see others happy.
Really a lovely story and a great reminder to us to remember to be kind to others. It’s a small gesture at times, just a moment of our time to do something nice and thoughtful for another person, that can really make their day, or even life!
It really is amazing how small acts of kindness can make the biggest difference. This is a really sweet story and a powerful reminder for me to make an effort to be kind to others! You never know how a small act of kindness can change someone’s day for the better <3
This was pretty powerful! I agree I think no act of kindness ever went wasted.
I absolutely loved reading this story. Yes, there are good people in the world. They may be fewer and farther in between than I’d like, but they are there!
These stories are gentle reminders…that there is good in this world. How luck for you, that you have been able to witness these acts of kindness. Thanks for sharing!
I love reading stories of kindness and compassion. It makes my heart filled with joy and happiness, although it is a sad story for the one who needs a hand.
If everyone would do something kind at least once a week… what a world it would be.
Indeed, when we are kind to others, good things are always bound to come to us. even the happiness we feel on being kind to others is a good thing already.
It`s so good to hear about this small gestures of kindness. I feel like we are constantly sorrounded by bad news and negative stories especially in the news.
There are still good people in this world. And a simple act of kindness can do great things.