Wow! Surprisingly that was a lot more difficult than I imagined. There was not a whole lot of kindness to be had on the streets of NYC tonight–well, en route to Toastmasters that is.
I was hoping to go above and beyond the norm, making a sport of it, really. But sadly there were no little old ladies in distress or young children darting into traffic.
Thankfully on the train home, while I debated what I could possibly report back, I read this paragraph from Pam Grout’s new book E Cubed: Steven Jay Gould called it our duty, our holy responsibility, to record and honor the victorious weight of all the innumerable little kindnesses that are all too often unnoted and invisible.
So, in honor of the paleontologist Gould, here’s my list of perhaps not-so-little acts:
*I smiled at everyone, always;)
*I gave an honest and genuine compliment and encouragement to a fellow speaker who stirred up some vulnerability in his speech this evening.
*I listened attentively and added to a conversation of which I would have normally tried scooting my way out.
… My biggest takeaway from Day 1:
I could have given up my seat on the train to a stranger; I could have left something for the homeless man who had his head in his shirt on Park Ave–it doesn’t have to be a wild and crazy offering to be an adventure in kindness.
Every act has ripples we will never know where they’ll lead.
I leave you with this: Take every opportunity to be kind.