“No one could make a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little”.
Too often, problems can be averted or at the very least, prevented from reaching their full potential simply because someone “did something.”
Recently, a skydiver found himself in distress, and a fellow skydiver stepped in and saved his life, even though the fellow skydiver was technically unqualified to help. Potential disaster averted, a life saved, and several other lives were kept intact, simply because someone stepped up to help out.
However, making immeasurable changes in this life don’t need to be quite so dramatic….
You spy a child crying alone in the front of the supermarket. Do you walk on by, because it’s someone else’ problem, or do you stop to help?
A motorcyclist is stopped on the side of a desert road. Would you stop to check on him?
From outside the Coldstone shoppe door, you can see a person is struggling to open the door because their arms are filled with ice cream. Do you stop to open the door?
Perhaps a bit deeper, you observe someone standing still on the sidewalk, a bewildered look on their face.
A homeless person has a hand out, asking for change.
You’re in the supermarket line, and have a cart full of items. The person behind you only has a couple items, but the express lanes are closed.
What (if anything) do you do?
Some food for thought, no judgements here. I’m just as guilty as anyone of thinking of myself first.
And then there is always this:
There was a man in our town who had King Midas’ touch; He gave away his millions to the colleges and such; And people cried: “The hypocrite! He ought to understand The ones who really need him are the children of this land!” When Andrew Croesus built a home for children who were sick, The people said they rather thought he did it as a trick, And writers said: “He thinks about the drooping girls and boys, But what about conditions with the men whom he employs?” There was a man in our town who said that he would share His profits with his laborers, for that was only fair, And people said: “Oh, isn’t he the shrewd and foxy gent? It cost him next to nothing for that free advértisement!” There was a man in our town who had the perfect plan To do away with poverty and other ills of man, But he feared the public jeering, and the folks who would defame him, So he never told the plan he had, and I can hardly blame him.
There are those that find criticism as a deterrent to doing something good for their fellow man and surely, it’s a viable fear. I’ve experienced this several times in my life, doing a good deed and being criticized for whatever my perceived motivations may or may not have been. As I’ve grown older, I’ve taken on a new response to those that would criticize.
Fuck em’. (yes Dan, I’m speaking to you).
I do what I do because of how it makes me feel, and feeling like I’ve contributed or paid forward, a good thing. If someone else doesn’t understand or appreciate the effort, that’s their problem, not yours nor mine.
My friend Moo is the epitome of this philosophy. She’ll spend her last hard-earned cent on clothing for the homeless, a bottle of water for a parched child whose daddy/mommy is off having fun, and every year does walks for cancer, Toys for Tots, or whatever other cause catches her fancy.
No fanfare, embarrassed if caught out, she’ll just “do things” because it’s her way of paying beauty into the karma of the world.
So with this thought in mind… I’d like to inspire myself and my readers, to perform an act of kindness.
Planned, unplanned, intentional or random, something large or something small. Play a game and see if you can get away with not getting caught doing something for someone else.
You’ll likely enjoy the post-kindness glow. I know I do.