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I have met many people from many walks of life while helping out others in need. Take a look at some of the interactions and stories that I have experienced that come from the people.
Beat Boxing and Free styling in the Park
First Night Mission of the Year
Sandy
November 20, 2008
Bus Stop Gifts
Stop in the Name of Love
Smile
Beat Boxing and Free styling in the Park
2009-01-05
A friend and I visited 3rd. & Yesler, downtown Seattle, late at night. We gave away hot dogs, socks and various clothing, and water to people who were homeless. We encountered some beautiful folks. One person, Big E, a middle-aged man, I'll never forget, possessed a warm smile and humble eyes, but most of all had a beautiful heart. Big E was very much grateful of our presence in the park so much so he serenaded us with songs he wrote. In an attempt to accompany his soulful voice, I beat boxed, and made drum beats with my voice and mouth. Reminded of my high school days, a time when I used to beat box and freestyle in small circles outside my school, Big E and I, in a similar fashion, beat boxed and sang together for about 30 minutes.
For that 30 minute period I was in paradise, connected to Big E, as if we had known each other our whole lives. When I looked into his eyes, I could see his soul. When I heard him sing, I heard the voice of an angel standing before me. As we finished our freestyle session, we laughed and smiled at each other. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
In tears, he told me that before he spoke with us he was going to mug a person and steal their money, but upon seeing us and accepting our gifts he was filled with happiness. He said he wasn't going to rob anyone after meeting us. Teary eyed myself, I thanked him for sharing with us. We hugged each other again before he departed.
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First Night Mission of the Year
2009-01-05
As we headed down to Seattle last Friday, vividly, I remembered my first night mission a year ago, on the streets of Seattle, at 1:30 AM, July 21st, 2007. I was afraid! The fear didn't hit me until I exited the car. I saw a crowd of at least 30 men, who appeared to be homeless, lined up against the bridge railing on 3rd. and Yesler. I thought to myself, "What are they doing?" Which instantly followed with, "What am I doing? What have I gotten myself into? This is not good!" Before that moment, I had never purposely communicated with a homeless person at night, let alone engaging with a large crowd of people who were homeless. Terrified, my partner and I approached the men by the railing and asked them if they were hungry. People stopped what they were doing and ate and drank water. An African American man, by the name of Michael, recognized my fear and asked in a firm voice, "Why are you afraid?" My fear was exposed. I became more afraid in that moment. But I'll never forget what happened next, like an angel; Michael sang a beautiful song of praise to the Lord. God was with us, as we met another man, Stephen, whom we found passed out on a sidewalk. We sat him up and gave him food, as he shared with us. In a loud clear voice, he said to us, "The only thing real before you die is what you give." Then, he hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Thank you for loving me."
About a year later, Friday, 12:00 PM, June 20th, 2008, I found myself filled with excitement and fear again, as Jordan, Jamie, and I approached Seattle with 120 hot dogs and a few cases of water. Sitting in the back seat of the car, I reminisced about previous night missions, including my encounters with Michael and Stephen. As we came closer and closer to our destination, I became overwhelmed with anxiety. I began to pray to God. Being in the car, prior to serving, reminded me of sitting on the bench during my first varsity soccer match my freshmen year of high school, when the coach said to me, "Warm up, you're going in!" In that moment, filled with nervousness and excitement, I was much more comfortable being a spectator with the thought I may someday play, than actually being a participant in the game.
Our first stop was in the park on 3rd. and Yesler. We parked the car, about a block away, and walked with a cooler and backpack full of hot dogs, along with a backpack full of water. We came across 10 people sleeping in the park. We asked them if they were hungry and thirsty. One man we served said that he woke a while ago to find himself covered by a blanket he had never seen before. He was clueless as to who covered him. I said, "Perhaps it was an angel." He was very thankful for whomever it was who gave him a blanket. We continued passing out hot dogs and came across another man who was homeless by the name of Joe. He shared with us his favorite book in the bible, the book of Ruth. He also shared a dream with us. In his dream, he was at heaven's gate. Peter and John stood outside letting people into the gates of heaven. There was a problem though; the space for the people standing at the gate was running out. Not knowing what to do, Peter and John told the angel Gabriel, who told God. Then, Gabriel returned with the news from God to Peter and John, and said, "Apparently Jesus is out back again boosting people over the gate."
After Joe finished telling us about his dream, he began sharing about the people asleep in the park around us, as if he knew them like family. Joe pointed at each person and provided us with some background information. One of the men he pointed at, the man who was given the mysterious blanket, Joe said that he was near naked when he came upon him so he covered him with his blanket, and others with blankets as well. I said, "You are the angel." I told Joe how thankful that man was to find himself covered by a blanket. I was amazed! Joe, not having much, gave up his blankets to others. As we left Joe, he was very thankful and appreciative to receive water and food from us, along with our time. Before we left, he looked over all the people sleeping in the park, and said that his children, referring to the homeless people around him, were taken care of. We departed from there.
We crossed the street and came upon about 20 people, who appeared to be homeless, standing along the sidewalk. Unlike the Sunday feedings at 6th and Columbia, where the homeless come to us, we approached them. Somewhat nervous, I was instantly reminded of my first night mission, and the encounter with the homeless lined up on the Yesler Bridge. Unlike my first night mission, I was much more confident last Friday, and very grateful to have such bold friends to help serve with. Courageously, we all asked the folks on that sidewalk if they were hungry and thirsty. People ate and drank water. After passing out hot dogs and water, we walked back to the car and drove to James St, underneath the I-5 overpass to continue passing out hot dogs and water.
Underneath the I-5 overpass, we came across several folks huddled up next to pillars that supported the bridge. Some people had blankets and sleeping bags; while others had nothing except the clothes they were wearing. The sounds of ambulances and freeway traffic overhead echoed loudly underneath the bridge. I never saw so many homeless folks underneath the bridge before. Last summer, when we served at night, rarely did I ever see anyone underneath the I-5 bridge. I wondered what happened?
We came across many folks, who were asleep. We asked them if they wanted a hot dog, water, and some clothing items we had collected earlier in the week, including men's vests, t-shirts, shoes, and pants. We encountered a man named Daniel, who shared with us. We gave him hot dogs, water, and a pair of shoes. He was very grateful of our presence. On the North Side, underneath the bridge, we encountered a man and a woman, sleeping up against a pillar. We gave them hot dogs and water, along with many articles of clothing. The man was grateful, for he was wearing only a t-shirt, before we met him.
Near the designated food serving area, also under the bridge, we ran into another group of five people huddled up together between pillars. One woman out of the five gave us a donation of eight dollars. I said to her, "You don't have to give us anything." She said, "I know. Thank you. I want to donate." Her offering touched me. She reminded me of the widow in the Widow's Offering when Jesus said, "This poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on." The people we served there gave thanks to God, and thanked us, as we departed.
With about 6 hot dogs left and a few bottles of water, we headed up to Broadway, Capitol Hill, at about 2:30 AM. We drove for a solid 10 minutes, circling Cal Anderson Park, and other areas, but found no one. About to leave, I saw a man duck into the shadows of a building. I said, "Stop, I think I see someone." So we stopped and hauled the rest of the water and hot dogs to the man I saw. We approached him, and asked him if he wanted a hot dog. His name was Tim. For a few seconds there was silence. Tim had a definite look of shock and surprise by our visit, as he looked us each in the eye. We gave him five hot dogs and a bottle of water. We waited there with him as he put ketchup and mustard on all five hot dogs. He said in a sincere voice, "this is awesome." He said, "thank you." In that moment, Tim had a sincere look of hope, as if his entire being had transformed. I became speechless. Words were frivolous in that moment. I was touched. In all the silence, my partners and I did not leave. We stayed with him for a short period of time. Before we left, he shook each of our hands firmly, as he looked us each in the eye. Tim was the last person we visited before returning home.
I experienced moments of great peace and thankfulness on the ride home. I was especially grateful to be in the presence of great friends, and people we met. After being dropped off at home, I gave thanks to God and prayed for the people.
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Sandy
2008-11-20
About 8 months ago, I became acquainted with a French woman, while walking just outside my neighborhood. We had a conversation about homelessness in Seattle. After chatting for over an hour, and talking about the Sunday feed, she gave me her E-mail address to add to the newsletter E-mailing list.
As time passed, with little communication between us, I received a post card from her a few months ago. Excited, I read it. In her card to me, she commented about a homeless woman who holds a sign outside the Wal Mart in Lynnwood. She asked me, "How can we help this woman?" After reading her post card, I was touched to see how much interest and care she had for the homeless woman, who she never met before. I felt honored to be invited to stand in her question to help the woman in need. Inspired, I sought out to learn more about this woman who stands outside Wal Mart, seeking assistance.
After work, I rode my bike to Wal Mart, in Lynnwood. Sure enough, outside, I saw a young woman, holding a sign, seeking help. As I approached her, I realized I had met her before, months ago, pregnant, holding a sign. This time, she wasn't pregnant.
I approached her and asked, "Are you hungry?" She responded with a "yes." I proceeded to buy her and myself a sandwich from the Subway nearby. I ate my sandwich, while she continued to hold her sign on the street corner. Occasionally she walked up and down the sidewalk, while engaging with me in conversation. I asked her, "what's it like holding a sign and being out on this corner"? She said that people have commented that she looks too clean because her clothes are washed or her shoes aren't dirty enough or others shout out to her, "get a job!" In a response to what people told her, I thought to myself, "How absurd!" To think everyday, people pass by judging her and others who hold signs. Suddenly I realized I am no better than the people who judge her. I knew this because I used to and still judge people who hold signs asking for help. I remembered a humbling verse from the bible that related to my experience of seeing her and making assumptions about her based on her appearance.
"But the LORD said to Samuel, "Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart." - 1 Samuel 16:1 NIV
I got the impact of my judging her as being deeply hurtful to her. I realized before she even opened her mouth, I didn't trust her. If I continued to listen to her, as "I don't trust you," how would I ever be able to assist her? It's like I was attempting to help her from a distance, but really only concerned about fulfilling my own needs, desires, and protecting myself. Upon realizing this, I transformed my listening of her and saw her as love. Sandy, the woman holding a sign, a single mother, has a four month old baby boy. As she spoke about her boy, I witnessed a sparkle of joy light up in her face. I could see how much she loves him. She said that she was raped over a year ago, and became pregnant. With little money and support from others, except her dad, the babysitter, who has a disability not allowing him to work, she chose to have her baby. Sandy has spent almost all of her time working temp jobs and standing outside collecting money, while her father has stayed home taking care of her child. As she spoke, not once did she complain about her circumstances or the people who mistreated her along the way.
Amazed by her story, I acknowledged her for her courage and dedication to provide for her child. After doing so, I asked straight out, "What do you need?" She looked at me, and didn't say anything. So I asked the question again, "What do you need?" Somewhat hesitant in her response, she began listing off some baby supplies and food items. I proceeded to write down the list of items in my pocket journal. The list included canned soups, baby wipes, baby diapers, noodles, Top Ramen, peanut butter and jelly, and shampoo. After she told me what items she needed, I asked her, "If you could have any kind of food imaginable, what would you want?" Once again, she told me the items on the list. I replied, "So you are telling me you would choose to eat Top Ramen if you could have any food imaginable?" I asked her, "What about cookies and deserts?" Finally, after asking her several times, she responded saying that she would enjoy some cookies.
I told her that I would get the items on the list for her. As kind as she was, not once did she ask for the items or even ask for money. In fact, I had to work hard just to find out what other food items she would want, beyond the list of essential items she needed. Yet, even if she asked for money, or more costly items, rather than the less expensive items she listed, I became dedicated to provide whatever she asked for.
That night I went home and prayed to God for her about the items on the list. Strangely enough, I saw the French woman, a few days later outside my house. I shared with her about Sandy and told her about the list of items she needed. A couple days later I came home from work and discovered a large paper bag of canned soups, baby wipes, and other grocery items on my door step.
The following Sunday, in the middle of cooking and wrapping hot dogs for the AOK Friends Sunday feed, the man in charge of the kitchen, directed me and others to a back stock room of non-perishable food and other items. Pointing at a stack of items in the corner, he said, "I need to get rid of this stuff." In the stack was a variety of organic canned soups and canned goods, Top Ramen, shampoo, noodles, beef jerky, feminine hygiene products, cookies, organic dark chocolate, macaroni and cheese, and much more. He said that we could take as much as we want and give it to the homeless. I said, "this is crazy!" I told the man in charge of the kitchen, and the others there about the homeless woman I met recently. Practically everything on the list was in the stack of goods available. After sharing the story, the man in charge of the kitchen said, "The Lord provides." We gathered three large bags of food items to be delivered to Sandy, from the back stock room, along with items donated from others in the community.
Excited to give her the donated items, I became sad when I didn't see her outside of Wal Mart. For a week straight, I visited the same corner, where she held her sign to find her gone.
Almost giving up the thought that Sandy would ever receive her food, at work, a customer came in. He shared about his real estate business located near the Wal Mart in Lynnwood. I asked him if he had ever seen a woman outside holding a sign there. He said that he sees the same woman holding a sign quite often. After he left the store, not too long after, he called my work to let me know that Sandy was there.
Filled with joy I rode the bus over the next morning to see her before work to deliver two bags of donated items out of six large bags of donated goods, to find her missing again. Instead of bringing the bags home back on the bus, I found the gentleman's real estate office, who I spoke with the day before, and left the two bags with him. I told him that if he saw her to give her the food. Disappointed I missed her again, I went home.
Two days later on the way to pick up my friend from the bus stop, driving, I saw Sandy standing on her usual corner holding her sign. Excited, I remembered that I had the remaining four bags of food in the back of the car. I pulled over into the parking lot near by. I waved at her, until she saw me. With a big smile on her face, she put down her sign and walked towards the car. I hopped out of the car, holding the bags of food. I said to her, "this is for you." I set the bags down and showed her the items in the bag. Repeatedly, she said, "thank you." She appeared to be extra thankful when I showed her the organic chocolate bars. After I helped her carry the bags to her spot, I left thankful and grateful to God for her.
LPJ
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2008-11-20
In downtown Seattle, at Westlake Park, I saw a homeless woman I once served hot dogs to on 3rd. and Yesler. I greeted her. She asked me how I was doing. I told her I was sad and was having a bad day. Apparently, she was too, after she said so. We spoke for over an hour and prayed together. We shared with each other. I listened to her. I was famished, starving for food. I had barely eaten all day. Without asking her, she offered me food. She gave me pumpkin bread from her backpack she had been given by a church. I ate it. Never before had I had such good pumpkin bread. As I ate the bread, she smiled, and watched me eat it. She said that she remembered eating hot dogs that I had given her one time and how thankful she was.
Miraculously, the sadness I encountered before had vanished. I felt loved. I was amazed that she, being homeless, offered me bread from what little food she had. It touched my heart that she would share with me, considering her circumstances. Grateful, I gave thanks to God for her and left.
Question: When is the last time you have witnessed or been part of an Act of Kindness?
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Bus Stop Gifts
2008-11-20
This past Monday I had some awesome experiences at a couple of bus stops on my way home from work. I got to the first bus stop and realized that I needed to break my dollar in order to get quarters. It being peak hours, I would have to pay a quarter more than I usually do and didn't want to give a whole dollar away to cover the extra charge. This bus stop is a ways away from any convenience and grocery stores and even restaurants, so there was no way for me to go somewhere real quick to get the change. There was another man sitting at the bus stop listening to his iPod. Now, I normally don't do what I did next, but I was desperate to get some change. I asked the man if he had change for a dollar, but he said he didn't. I sat down realizing I would be forced to give up my dollar. "Do you need quarters," the man asked me. I looked up and said I just needed one. He reached into his pocket and handed me a quarter. "Thank you!" I told him as he went back to listening to his iPod.
A man wearing a baseball cap approached the stop and recognized the man who gave me the quarter. They exchanged smiles and handshakes powered by their excitement to see one another. The man in the cap talked to his friend and looked over at me as if he knew me too and was talking to both of us. He told his friend how he moved into a new apartment and was excited because he was exposed to new girls. I chuckled out of appreciation for his goofy charm and he laughed in response. He pulled out a pack of flavored Halls and offered his friend one, then me. I thanked him and pulled out a box of fiber-hearty granola bars and offered them one. They declined, but thanked me anyway. The man in the cap told me that he was wanting a beer and had one waiting for him when he got home. He asked me if I was riding the bus they were waiting for, but I told him I was waiting for a different bus. We speculated that my bus would come first and looked on in the distance as bus came near. Around the corner come their bus, and up in the air flew the man in the cap's arms as a declaration of triumph. "We win!" he said to me with a big friendly smile. I smiled back in acknowledgement of his victory and told him to enjoy his beer and thanked his friend for the quarter.
About an hour later I arrived at Kirkland Transit Center and stood next to this man with a hairstyle that caught my eye. He had a small afro puff that was died a faded red-orange. "You have sweet hair," I told him. "Thanks, I appreciate that," he told me in response. The man looked at my sweater and asked me if made it myself or bought it from somewhere. I told him I made it in a class years ago, and he proceeded to tell me how he liked it and how a buddy of his makes his own shirts. The man went on talking about the quality of different products and services that allow you to make your own shirts, then said "everything has its charm." He shared with me how he likes to distort the sound of his drums when he plays. "Follow your dreams," he told me, "and don't wait around waiting to see people will approve of it or not. If you have a dream, go for it." He talked to me a little more until my bus came. I wished him a farewell as I bumped fists with him, but on my way to the bus he told me one more time, "follow your dreams." I thanked him for saying that and went home inspired to do some dream following.
JR Trooper
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Stop in the Name of Love
2008-11-20
Last Friday, I witnessed a couple courageous men assist a woman with her broken down car, on a hill near my home. Idle in the center lane, her car blocking traffic, the women appeared to be frustrated. Out of nowhere a kind, young gentlemen appeared to assist her. As the woman sat in the driver's seat steering, the man attempted to push the vehicle up the hill. The young man quickly discovered that it would require the assistance of more than one person to push the car. As cars continued to pass by, not one stopping to help, the young man began motioning to other cars to stop, with his hand fully stretch out, as if he were a traffic policemen, or in the music video for the song, "Stop in the name of love." Yet, no one was stopping to love the poor woman in her broken down car. After a few cars passed, while the bold, young man continued his attempts to stop cars, another brave soul, driving a red sports car, halted, and hopped out. Now, two heroic men attempted to push the car up the hill, while the woman steered. A success! The woman, while the two men pushed, was able to steer her car into the parking lot of a nearby chiropractor's office. She parked her car and appeared to be somewhat relieved, versus three minutes prior she stood outside her car, blocking traffic, with a look of anguish.
I actually caught up with the fearless young man, who stopped traffic with his hand, and spoke with him. He said that as he drove up 164th, he noticed a stalled car with its hazard lights on. At first, he passed her and decided not to stop because he was in a hurry to pick up his friend from the bus stop. A block and a half up the hill, he said, "I kept thinking about the person in the car, and how unsettling it was to continue driving and not stop to assist her." He said that he remembered a time when his 1980, blue Datsun, broke down on Interstate 5 heading South from Everett. Along side the shoulder of the road, he said that a man in a pickup truck stopped to help him. That man, in his pickup truck, along with some rope, towed the young man's little Datsun a half mile to a gas station parking lot. After having done so, the man didn't ask for anything in return, but did it out of the kindness of his heart. The young man I spoke with, said that he remembered what it felt like that day to be broken down in the middle of traffic, and to be rescued by a kind soul.
I complimented the young man for his courage stopping cars. I asked him why he did that. He said that when he first arrived to help, he immediately realized it would take more than one person to push the car up the hill. Since he saw no one else stop, he reached out his hand to stop traffic. He said that in a high school health class he learned what to do in emergency situations. The class mentioned that whenever someone is in need of assistance it's important to establish yourself as a leader and make requests of the others around you. If you don't, people tend to look to others on what to do or not do anything at all. The young man said, "When I saw the woman's car broken down in the road, I saw a call to leadership, and I acted on it."
I asked the young man, if at any point he was scared. He said that he felt somewhat discouraged after he stopped the first car. The people inside said that they had to be somewhere. Determined to assist the woman, he kept stopping cars, until another kind gentlemen accepted the young man's request to assist the woman.
I asked the young man if it was worth stopping to help the woman with her car, even though he had to be someplace else. He said, "Yes, for sure!" He continued by saying, "When it comes to serving others, I receive joy, and whatever bad day I was having before disappears, when I am kind to someone else."
Question: What makes a hero to you? What kind of qualities must a hero have? Do you know any real life heroes in your life? If you do, and have contact with a real life hero, please let them know, and share with them your answer.
LPJ
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Smile
2008-11-20
I hope all of you have enjoyed reading this newsletter. I have sure enjoyed writing and reading stories that others and I have submitted. Thank you for your participation as a reader, writer, or both. When this newsletter first began last February, I envisioned a voice for people who otherwise might not have a voice and a realm to share kind stories. Since then, this newsletter has transformed the lives of many and has become a voice and sharing place for all people who receive this newsletter. It brings me great joy to see all the kindness people perform in their communities. What a blessing!
Never have I felt so unified with others in the world through their kind experiences. If there is one thing I have learned, as a writer, receiver and giver of kindness, there is no rank order in reporting an act of kindness. No act of kindness is greater than another. All are important!
Even a smile can save a life. In college, I remember walking to class, depressed, and down on life. As I was strolling along, a woman smiled at me, with the goofiest, cheerful smile I had ever seen. Her smile was so silly and contagious; I smiled back, and laughed. I ended up returning home that day with a renewed sense of happiness for life. On that very same day, I went out and smiled at every person I passed. Some smiled back, others didn't. Some strangers stopped and talked to me. I gained some new friends that day. At home, I remember writing about my experience and finding an online community to share with. People listened to my story and responded back. Excited, I began writing more stories of acts of kindness and continued to share my writings online.
A new vibrant chapter of my life had been written in love and kindness. Exposed to kind stories around the world, and online discussions asking, "what can I do to make this world a better place?" I had found a path that involved giving. For once in my life, what I was doing made sense! What touched me the most was when I could see the results of what I wrote in other people's lives. I could actually see how much my acts of kindness touched and inspired others to action.
Being down and out at the time, struggling with debt, a bad break up, getting kicked out of school, and not having enough money to live on my own, it was the perfect medicine to hear that my stories had inspired someone else in the world. To me, at that point, my life all the sudden had meaning. I discovered a purpose to life, through serving others, showing love, and then sharing my stories anonymously with the community. I realized how much I impact the world.
I even remember purposely going out to perform acts of kindness just so I could have some material to write about. I remember on one occasion, a friend and I went out to serve the homeless in the morning. We came across a small homeless camp by the I-5 freeway, on 6th and Yesler, in downtown Seattle. My friend and I were serving tea and hot dogs. I'll never forget a man we met that day, named Albert Betiti. We found him, in a sleeping bag, underneath a tree and served him hot dogs and tea. After Albert took a sip of his tea, he told my friend his name. He said, "I am Albert Betiti." It was funny because my friend and I thought Albert said, "Bad tea!" But in reality, Albert was pronouncing his last name, "Betiti," which sounds like "Bad tea," when spoken. Eventually, after asking Albert questions about the tea we served him, and him becoming frustrated upon us continually asking him, "You don't like the tea?", and him, correcting us, saying "No, Betiti," we both realized that it was his last name he was pronouncing, instead of him disliking the tea. After clearing up the miscommunication, we stood there in silence for a few minutes with Albert, as he ate his hot dogs and drank his tea. Then, we left. Not thinking much of it, as we were leaving, Albert, under his breath, said softly, "You saved my life." I looked back. There, he peacefully ate his hot dogs and drank his tea.
I'll never forget that moment. Never once had a stranger ever said anything like that to me before, "You saved my life." A warm feeling came over me, like a difference was made in the world and I was part of it. Inspired, I went home and wrote in my journal about my account of Albert Betiti. Later, I shared my story with my friends and family.
I'll be honest; I don't always see the significance of performing acts of kindness and sharing my stories with the world. Often, I judge and become frustrated, and angry towards others and myself. Then, I start to ask myself, "What is the point? Why is it important to stop and take time out of my day to help, and acknowledge someone else? Why don't people acknowledge me or love me? Will the world ever change?"
In this way of being, God always seems to answer these questions for me, even if the answer is in the form of a ridiculously, goofy, smile from a stranger passing me by a couple years ago. Like I said, no act of kindness is greater than another. Even a smile has inspired a kind newsletter, fed a homeless person, spawned friendships, unity, love, and peace, and saved a person's life. This is the impact of your smile on me. Thank God for your smile!
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