In my heart of hearts I believe that when you do something kind for others
it always comes back! Of course this shouldn't be your motivation for doing
nice things for people, it should be a need you have. It doesn't always come
back right away or in the way you might expect, but it will...
The last 10 years have been a struggle for us in our personal lives with
financial problems that has led to strain on relationships with people
we've known for years and even new acquaintance's.
So for the most part we've tried to keep a low profile, take care of our children
and do what we need to recover. I think it's called "Survival Mode"
Recently our situation seems to have gone into the valley of doom, feeling
like nothing could make things worse.
I'm the kind of person who searches for blessings every day as a coping
mechanism. Blessings like, the day went well with the kids or I was able to
have my hair done after cutting it myself for a year. I learned how to
cut hair when I was a teenager. I used to cut all of my friend's hair.
This week was full of blessings.
We closed on our home and came away with a small check to get us to point b.
My mother in law seems to be improving after a nasty fall down the stairs.
During all of this I see my daughter growing leaps and bounds not physically,
but as a person. She has been an angel cooking, cleaning, packing and pushing
us to spend more time with Grandma and being so kind and gentle with her.
Another blessing came from a tragedy. On Wednesday I came home from work
and found my husband very distraught. He explained to me that our son's
best friend's home had been hit by lightning that morning and had burned
the top floor. Instantly, they were homeless.
My instinct kicked in and I called to see if I could lend a hand. Naturally,
they were in shock and very emotional. I offered our (sold) home up for
anything they needed laundry, sleeping, food storage etc...
Since those things put you in a tailspin they didn't even know what they needed.
The only thing that I could do for them was to have them over for dinner.
We got groceries before work, worked from 11 to 3 and came home to cook dinner.
Suddenly, my mood changed.
When our 5 guests arrived I went to greet them with a sense of strength
I thought that I had lost. Our friends needed us. As they described the event
there were tears but as we ate and talked the conversation turned from the
tragedy to sharing stories about every other thing besides the tragedy.
By the end of the evening there were smiles from the kids and they were sharing
stories as well! We all hugged and said what a great time it was. Our friends were
very grateful to have an evening where they didn't have to think about their loss for a while.
We finished cleaning the house and as we went to bed we felt very grateful ourselves
that we were sleeping in our own beds and if only for this day we were putting our
efforts on someone else's troubles and not our own!
This is the true meaning "Simple acts of kindness"