#HAWMC Day 3: Good Samaritan
We love random acts of kindness. Write about a
time that you benefited from the kindness of a
stranger, or a time when you were the one
extending a helping hand. How did you feel?
I can’t even begin to articulate how fortunate I am to have, quite possibly, the most supportive community I think I’ve ever heard of, and I want to really emphasize what it is about them that adds to the quality of my life with chronic illness.
When I’m least expecting it, someone will have seen some “Colour!!” or alchemy or steampunk or Cosmos things and they will take the time out of their own daily busybodiness (totally a word) to share it with me.
Time is important to me. I think I have it. We all think we have it. But, time can also be broken down into the daily goings’ons. For example, I know how many minutes it takes to do up the dishes, run six loads of laundry, and how many minutes it takes for a “quick” clean of a bathroom versus a “full” clean of the bathroom.
I’d had the opportunity to have a dear friend come to my home to illustrate some life goals for me, and it wasn’t until I broke down my “time values” into “need”, “want” and “wish”, did I realize just how little time at this point in my life within which I actually have to work. Five kids. Their ages. Their needs. Job. Business. Hobbies.
When do I experience RAK’s? When someone shares their time. THEN, perhaps when someone shares a gift. Now we’re talking time and money, both of which I have little of, and hold dear. Or, perhaps the gift is handmade. A card cut into the shape of a coffee cup because distance separates us by nations. Or, a colourful coffee cozy. Anything with colour.
I’ve even received some Llama socks…in a mystery envelope from an unknown source…and you know what I did? I feckin’ cried like a little girl. Peeps, understand that not only did someone take the time to think of me…they thought of “Me.” What it actually is that makes me, “Me.”
A Facebook message. A retweet. A “like” or a “share.”
These are all things that take time for someone to do, at the choice of foregoing doing something else for themselves.
It’s why I say, “Thank you” so damn often. And, profusely. I remember a time when I’d gone camping a couple of years ago, and as usual, was thanking someone for something, I imagine, that seemed a little silly or mundane to be thanking said someone for. I caught a glimpse of a familiar-to-me person just behind them, rolling their eyes. I won’t ever forget it. And, I giveth not a shiteth. I meant it.
I will always mean it.
Strangers? How about the younglings’ schools. When I’ve been a single parent of my five, I received a pair of shoes for my second boy. Ho. Lee. Shit. SHOES. Ever buy shoes for five kids? At the same time? When they’re all worn out AND they “need a second indoor pair”?? You know it.
Or, when we were one of the recipients of the school’s Food Drive for Christmas. My entire table. I cried. It’s a thing.
Oh, and how about trying to come up with a couple of thousand dollars for our blind rescue dog’s ear canal ablasion because she had a tumor? Our family received almost $700 from rescues, fosters, families and friends. Most of the people, we didn’t even know. We’re still paying it off. I cried because I was embarrassed I even had to ask. It’s also a thing.
I like to send cards, when I’m able. I think with chronic illness, we automatically negate the value of what we can gift to other people. Time is a great place to start, but maybe our definition of “time” needs to be modified and/or adapted to what we can, also, find to be valuable. Kindness boosts our esteem, both by the receiving and by the gifting.
Send a card or a handwritten note.
Google an image you think someone might like if they’re having a less-than-stellar.
Say thank you.
Recommend a movie you’ve watched because you think it’s something they’d like.
It doesn’t take much to partake in random acts of kindness. Maybe, by sharing our stories during this particular prompt, we’ll begin to see just how special the “little” things can be to those around us. 🙂