So… tragic week in U.S. again. Still.

This isn’t going to bring anyone back, and it surely won’t change any laws-gun or LGBT protection – but it usually brings a spark of light into a pretty dismal world. Today, practice a Random Act of Kindness.

Smile at the checkout clerk, pet a dog, pickup some trash, give a couple bucks to the sad-looking teen or oldster who’s sitting by themselves. Offer them a smile too. When you’re heart is breaking, offer a piece to the person next to you.

Last week I was missing my dad. A lot. And out of no where, someone gifted me with a hand-made Hamsa (shaman’s hand, healing hand).Kitchen 2

Several weeks ago, she had heard me say that I collect them, thought of me, and brought it to a meeting. I was really overwhelmed, not just by her kindness, but by the fact that I know my dad was hearing me miss him, and this was his way of hearing me.

So last Friday, a friend posted that it would have been her brother’s birthday, the first birthday since he had died this winter. She had some plans for her mom, because it was going to be a really tough day for her. Her mom, Mary, is my neighbor, and this loss…well, burying a child…there are no words.

Anyway, for some reason I remembered this bracelet I had purchased last fall that had angel wings, hearts and green stones. It was intended as a gift, but never made it out of the house at Christmas. I stuck it in my pocket when we walked Miss Penny, and thought I’d give it to Mary if I saw her out walking. Well, I didn’t see her and had some errands to run, so we we drove over to a small town for some produce. And there was Mary buying apples.

Coincidence? I don’t thinks so. After a hug, I tucked it in her hand. I think we both knew it was from Joe, her son. But we didn’t need to say that. So, my day got 100% brighter, and maybe her grief lifted 1%, but that’s ok.

Here’s my challenge: go RAOK like mad this week. It won’t make up for what’s happened to the Orlando families, but it will make you feel at least 1% better.

 

9 thoughts on “RAOK

  1. One of my favorite small things, I had indirectly ingrained in me by my grandpa, who spent a large chunk of his life driving a delivery truck to small, local grocery stores, and so saw a lot of clerks during his day, and saw how they’re usually treated. I never saw him be anything but nice to a clerk, right up to the end of his life. And so: When the clerk tells you to have a nice day, as is beaten into them during indoctrination…err, training, say two words back: “You too.” The shocked smile that’s the usual response makes my day better, too.

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    1. Sadly, in that job it is a huge shock. I’ve done that particular appalling work. Convenience store clerk is the armpit of employment, in large part because people are routinely horrible to them.

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  2. Karen, this was a wonderful post. The world of media likes to report on murder, drugs, war and other atrocities that generate curiosity. Most people don’t realize how destructive to one’s health this bombardment of negative experiences are. Your post is a “breath of fresh air.” It lightens the heart of grievance and energizes the goodness found in each of us. Thank you for sharing and adding to the quality of my life.

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  3. Aww… Thank you Dr J.! It’s way too easy to jump on that blame-wagon. I’ve been guilty of it too, but age gives me some perspective and compassion, even if it’s small and local, makes a difference. Be well, my friend.

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