Random Acts of Kindness

This time of year, I get very busy making:  Making time for all the holiday activities.  Making jammies for the grandkids.  Making time to gift to those less fortunate.

This time of the year makes me think more than usual about ways to give back or give to those less fortunate.  Maybe because the cold weather reminds me that some people are homeless.  Maybe the overstuffed feeling I carry around during the holidays remind me that some remain hungry.  Maybe it’s the thought of a baby in a manger being gifted by strangers.This week I’ll share some ways of giving that I find fun and personal.  Putting it out there is a little stretch for me.  For one thing, I like to keep my giving anonymous. You probably know the saying:

when you give… do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving will be in secret…

A gourmet breakfast is my once a week treat.

Sunday, Duckie and I went to breakfast at our favorite place, Benedict’s La Strata.  Loved One said he couldn’t wake up, so he stayed home.  I was a little miffed, but then he texted me that he was not joining us for breakfast because he was doing laundry and cleaning the house.  Perhaps he felt the need for some self-inflicted penance.  At any rate, the blessing was on me.  Whee!

A couple, younger than me, but not young,  got up to leave.  Okay, maybe they were my age.  The woman helped her husband fasten his coat and secured a belt around his waist.  A young man from the table next to them asked if they needed help to the car.

Snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even… (Good King Wenceslas)


The young man left his wife and daughter to walk the older couple around the block to their parked car.

I picked up the tab for the young family.  (I got to see them smile.)

A small thing.  Especially in the face of famine and war.  Still, I felt like I was in one of those feel good, pass it on commercials.



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