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Passing angels

So I am currently studying abroad this semester in Florence, Italy in the field of art history. During the week after midtern we have time to travel where we want. I decided to go to Dublin, Ireland for my midterm break by myself.

On the second day I was wondering through the city when I came upon a homeless man with a worn paper cup in his hands. Its not like this is the first beggar that I’ve seen in Europe. Florence is filled with plenty of gypsy women begging for money, but this guy was different. He couldn’t have been any older than myself (22), and he truly looked down on his luck.

Earlier in the day I had snagged some extra food from the hostel where I’m staying so I could hold myself over for dinner. One of the things i had grabbed was a small apple. I myself have a very limited budget, but i felt that this young man could use this more than i could. I went up to him and offered him the apple. I think that after watching 100’s of people pass by not even glancing at him, he was amazed that i was even talking to him, let alone giving him something. He took the apple and
gave me a big smile… then i just walked away. Once i was a distance away i turned around and saw him just staring at it, smiling ear to ear. Then he devoured that apple quicker than id ever seen anyone eat anything before.

I felt very happy with myself to give this man a small ray of kindness, hoping one day that if id ever be in a similar situation that someone would be my angel…

Pennsylvania USA (by way of Florence, Italty)

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Uncommon Decency In the World of Sports

I was talking with a techie client of mine a couple of weeks ago and, since we have an amazing relationship, I also told her about what I was doing with A Million Stories of Kindness. She loved it and shared a story with me, then a link to the story in an online paper.

This week I got to spend time with Wes Hopper (check him out on and I had found his great booklet on practicing the “attitude of gratitude” and joined his mailing list. I was given the great blessing of a one-on-one telephone call with him and we found we shared many of the same beliefs in the power of gratitude (what a surprise…grin) and in many other areas of life. Lo and behold, he shares this story with me too!

So I figured it was time to put it on this site! Rumours to the contrary, I don’t need a 2×4 upside the head to get the message (at least some of the time).

Last week, Sara Tucholsky, a 5-foot-2-inch softball player in her senior year for Western Oregon University, was playing in a big game with Central Washington University. Both teams were vying for the Division II NCAA playoffs. Sara, who was batting less than .200 all season, hit the ball over the fence with two runners on.

She had never hit a ball out of the park before, even in practice. She was so excited, she missed first base. Realizing this, she turned to go back but collapsed in agony as her knee gave out. Her first-base coach yelled that she had to crawl back to first base because if anyone on Sara’s team touched her, she’d be out and her home run would be nullified. Her coach encouraged her to try to crawl around the other bases to preserve her home run, but it was out of the question.

That’s when the star player on the other team, Mallory Holtman, asked the umpire if she and a teammate could carry Sara around the bases. It was an unprecedented request from an opponent fighting for a playoff berth, but the rules allowed it. Without hesitation, Mallory and shortstop Liz Wallace lifted Sara and carried her, lowering her to touch each base with her good leg.

To Mallory it was simple: “In the end, it’s not about winning and losing so much; it was about this girl. She hit it over the fence and was in pain and deserved a home run.”

Mallory was right. It’s just common decency.

Sadly, such kindness isn’t common at all in sports, and that’s why all the coaches, players, and spectators who were stunned by this spontaneous act of sportsmanship wept. And that’s how Mallory became a national hero.

By the way, her team lost 4-2, but in my eyes, everyone won.

I get tears in my eyes when I read this story…it touches me so much when I see the power of kindness at work in all areas of life. When we step out of our competitions and power struggles, and step into what I believe is our core state, lovingness, we can look through the eyes of another and provide what is wanted and needed in the moment.

Love and light, hugs and blessings