Maybe it’s too darn simple, but I have a firm belief that we can help overturn our country’s tough times by showing kindness to each other. The Change Companies® has collected a sampling of these kind and courageous acts. Please browse through and let me know your favorites – or share one of your own.
Here are some of my favorite stories of kindness you’ve shared with me so far:
by Susan
I oversee a large multi-service agency. In our residential program, the clients heard about a woman who donates cakes, cookies and treats to them every week. These residents knew this woman went out of her way to bring them treats because she loves the program. This woman has been out of work due to the COVID-19 pandemic. The residents found out and took up a collection from their pockets and donated $235 to help with her rent. These are people who have sought out substance abuse treatment and all are from low to below poverty level incomes. Also, keep in mind, these residents don’t work, most are on government assistance/food stamps, and over 50% are homeless. I saw dozens of residents step up to contribute to her rent. It was a very beautiful thing to see.
by Jessica
I work for a severely underfunded urban school in Philadelphia. Their community coordinator created a graduation ceremony and gift giveaway for all of the graduating seniors who would be without caps, gowns and an event to show off their accomplishments to family and friends. Miss Harper took donations and a large chunk of money out of her own pocket to ensure that these graduates felt seen for their hard work and dedication to education, which can be extra daunting when attending a poor inner city public school. Kudos to Harper and her ability to make light and celebration for many in a dark and uncertain circumstance.
by Jean
In early April, just as the public began wearing face masks in earnest, I saw a person at the bus stop as I was taking my evening walk. I said “Good evening” as I circled around her. She thanked me for wearing a mask and for taking the time to say hello. Then she poured out her fears – the possibility of getting sick or dying, what it had been like to go to the grocery store surrounded by masked people and empty shelves, how she might have to live alone for months, whether she would lose her job, whether the buses were still running. I listened to her for half an hour, reassuring her as I was able, affirming the validity of her fears. We agreed we would pray for each other. As I walked home, I heard the bus arrive. I had not seen that person at the bus stop before, nor have I seen her since, but I still pray for her relief.