Kindness

Just a simple question today: Is there anything more beautiful than an act of true kindness? 
I was surprised by such a moment today and it moved me as much as any rolling vista or glowing Vermeer.
To give for the act of giving without expecting anything in return, whether the gesture be big or small, is quite…pure. Something akin to Love or Hope, those most ephemeral of emotions, finding form in a manner that always brings light to the dark.
Your thoughts? 

48 comments

  1. I'm not religious but this lady was something else. She proved her convictions not only with words but actions.
    I think this sums up what giving is:

    “At the end of life we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made, how many great things we have done. We will be judged by ‘I was hungry and you gave me to eat, I was naked and you clothed me, I was homeless and you took me in.’ Hungry not only for bread — but hungry for love. Naked not only for clothing — but naked for human dignity and respect. Homeless not only for want of a room of bricks — but homeless because of rejection.”
    ~ Mother Teresa ~

  2. Thank you, Vicki. Happy weekend to you too! Finally we will have a truly gorgeous one.

    And I think that you are unfailingly kind in what you do. The gestures don't have to be big to make a big impact!
    xo,
    H

  3. I can't say that I agree with you on this one, Aussie as I have seen many acts of kindness between strangers while living in France. But I gather you will see a bit more niceness in Blois! 🙂

  4. My Grandmother would say "It doesn't cost anything to be nice." And yep, the same IS true for kindness. It goes a long way.

  5. "It starts with us." So perfectly simple, Helen. I think of you as someone who must be pretty proactive on the Kindness side of things… 🙂

  6. I don't know, I really don't. So many of us have become too suspicious of others these days to help I guess? But I am so glad that you did. I read your response at 4:30 this morning when I couldn't sleep and it comforted me because I thought, "thatta Jules."
    Gros Bisous and an American Hug,
    H

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