I know this is about two weeks late, but better late than never. I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, but I’ve been really busy with the monster tasks of overhauling all my Jungle Myths and Tales images simultaneously. So I’ve finally block booked some time to complete my reflection post.
I’m fairly good at being kind to others; it’s being kind to myself that’s the problem. The easiest way for me to be kind is to greet. I greet anyone from a CEO to a toilet cleaner. Everyone deserves respect and acknowledgement. I complimented others and listened to what they had to say.
I didn’t give in or engage in negative thoughts or words. If I had nothing nice to say, I wouldn’t say it at all. My kindness didn’t end with strangers. I called my grandmother and aunt, which I haven’t done in a long time. I complimented my mom on her new hairstyle and clothing and spent more time with Mr. Being kind to them made me feel good and that’s how I should feel all the time. I love being kind to others.
We had two major acts of kindness this week. We always give the petrol attendant a tip for filling up our fuel, wiping our windscreen and all round positive attitude. I often imagine that the petrol attendant would use it to buy a loaf of bread, catch a taxi or buy some airtime to call a loved one. Fact of the matter is that it’s their money and what they choose to do with it is their prerogative. I must admit that it feels good to give.
The second act of kindness happened on Sunday night. We stopped at our local store and a beggar was stationed outside with a shopping cart of his possessions in hand. Mr got out of the car, chatted to the man for a second and entered the store. I stayed in the car, because the Little One was asleep in his car seat. I watched this man beg and plead as passer-by’s ignored him outright, till he seemed to lose hope. My heart broke for this man. ‘Why won’t anyone help?’ I thought angrily. Mr seemed to be in the store for a long time at this point. ‘If no one buys a bread for this man I have to do it’, I thought. Mr came out of the store…‘Here’s my moment’, but Mr had other plans. He exited the store with a French loaf, viennas (hot dogs) and a drink for the homeless man. This act of kindness literally brought me to tears. I couldn’t believe that he did exactly what I was thinking in the car. The man was so happy that he left the shop, shopping cart in tow. I hope he enjoyed his dinner.
That’s my Kindness Challenge update.
I hope all participants of this challenge are having a positive experience so far. It’s so easy to be kind.
Love and Blessings,