My maternal grandmother was partially blind and very, very, very deaf. During the winter we’d take care of her at our place as we lived in town. This was so as to prevent her from getting any form of cold in the village.
My mother is a sour puss – literaaly. She drinks her coffee black and bitter, rarely eats cakes and if she does sweeten her chamomille drink it’s only with a few drops of honey. Dear old Grannie was the exact opposite.
Every afternoon Grannie would ask for her Greek coffee and mum would obligingly make it. I was always downstairs working so I never realized that it was bitter. It occurred to me after a few days of coming up for a break and seeing poor old Grannie sitting there with a half empty cup. She was so sweet that she never, ever complained for fear of burdening you.
I didn’t say anything but the next day I came up promptly at 5pm knowing that her coffee was brewing. I offered to prepare it for her under mum’s strict orders.
I placed the coffee next to Grannie guiding her hand to it. She felt for my hand and whispered: “A little more sugar, please.”
“Three teaspoon fulls ready for you Grannie.”
We spent the whole afternoon laughing till our sides ached to the confusion of my mum.
Catherine Zgouras, Greece
When my son was between the ages of four and eight, as I would tuck him into bed at night, I would ask him to mention one kind thing he had done during the day. He loved this and would proudly report something like: “I held the door open for a man at the gas station who had his hands full,” or “I moved my bike off the jogging trail so the Mom with a baby stroller had more room”, or “I told my kindergarten teacher her new hair cut was pretty”.
I would often witness these kind acts while I was with him and watch as he would give me a smile knowing that we would talk about it at bedtime. This was something we both enjoyed and helped instill the importance of kindness into my young child. He is too big to be tucked into bed now, but we still share reports of kind acts when we are eating dinner or driving to football practice.
In my opinion, love is the kindest act possible and this story is such a touching reminder of what a deep love and open heart can have on the world.
A son asked his father, ‘Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?’. The father who, despite having a heart condition, says ‘Yes’.
They went on to complete the marathon together. Father and son went on to join other marathons, the father always saying ‘Yes’ to his son’s request of going through the race together.
One day, the son asked his father, ‘Dad, let’s join the Ironman together.’ To which, his father said ‘Yes’ too. For those who don’t know, Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses
three endurance events of a 2.4 mile (3.86 kilometer) ocean swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2 kilometer) bike ride, and ending with a 26.2 mile (42.195 kilometer) marathon along the coast of the Big Island.
Father and son went on to complete the race together. Click here to see love in action.
May you love long and know all the kindness this world has …
Love and light, hugs and blessings
My brother-in-law is the kindest person I know. When he comes over for dinner, he asks if there is anything in the house that needs fixing. This week, he complimented my rearrangement of furniture and I noted that the TV was on a table that extended into the doorway. He said, “What size table do you want?” and proceeded to make a table for me, to my specifications.
Sheryl Clarke, United States
I’m self-employed and work from home, which is an amazing gift and blessing. AND (I tend to like AND conversations) I find a lot of reasons as to why I can’t/shouldn’t leave…yesterday was one of those days when I didn’t want to put in the effort to get out the door.
Now, I love good coffee and although some people drink their coffee naked, I drink it “doctored” with yummy creamer. When I checked my supply, I realized I was almost out. Now with no boss to answer to, I should be able to just run out when I want to? Yes? Yes! However, my responsible self kicked in and said “how silly is it to waste precious gasoline running out for coffee creamer?” That just isn’t responsible, right! So stay at home I did.
I thought about asking my sweet hubby to stop on the way home and I knew he was tired so I put on my best martyr face and figured now was the time to either drink my coffee naked. Better for me anyway?
This morning I told my hubby about the scenario and he said “I would have been happy to stop sweetie”…
Fast forward, he heads off to face his 1 hour long commute in Chicago traffic…and the later he leaves the more he gets to sit and stare at the backend of the same car for a long time. I toddled off to work wishing I had “just” gone out yesterday.
15 minutes later I hear a knock at the door and there is my honey…a bottle of creamer in hand and a beatific smile on his face. WOW!!!!!!!!!
Now, how kind is that!
Jerilynne, Wauconda, IL USA