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Monday, March 26, 2012

Random acts of kindness

My dad left a comment on my last post that got me thinking. His comment said (along with other things), " It's easy to list what must go. It's harder to figure out what to do about them." I was thinking today about how he was right, it IS easy to make a list of things that bring me down. So I started making a mental list of things that bring me up... and it was a much shorter list.

I finally came to the conclusion that the most important thing on my "good" list is Random Acts of Kindness. Everything I thought to put on my list fell under this category.

A few months ago, during a fitting room shift, a woman came out of the restroom and I smiled at her, as I do with everyone as they leave the restroom or fitting room. I have no idea who she was, but she stopped and said to me, "That was the prettiest smile just now! The way you turned your head and smiled was just gorgeous." Then she walked away. That woman will NEVER know how much she helped me by saying that out loud. It's just a little thing, but it was huge to me. I struggle with self-image anyway, but I especially haven't felt pretty lately, and even less so when I'm in uniform. I am treated with disrespect so often that I was completely floored by this woman's simple, kind observation. And honestly, I think of that woman's statement every single time I smile at someone, and it makes me smile a little wider. Because I feel like that smile is pretty.

I think things like that about people all the time. "Wow, her hair is so beautiful," or, "She looks amazing in that dress," "She's got gorgeous eyes!" etc., etc. Why can't we say these things aloud? Why do we keep those things to ourselves and save the negative thoughts for others to hear?

Even just something small, like cleaning up the garbage instead of leaving it on the movie theater floor for a stranger to clean up... that stranger will never know it was there to begin with, but her shift will go a little bit better with one less piece of trash to pick up that wasn't hers.

One random act of kindness at a time. That's how.

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful post and it so moved me. Picturing you in your uniform with that beautiful smile - thank goodness that woman said something - it can be so hard to hear our own beauty from ourselves. So we need others to tell us sometimes. I just love that woman in the restroom who told you that.
    Thanks for linking up with our Blog Bash and helping us to celebrate with such a fantastic and beautifully written post. Because of it I'm going to do some more random acts of kindness tomorrow. (-:

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  2. I can't tell you how much it tickles me when ANYTHING I have to say sparks a positive thought in one of my children. And to have one of them actually admit it . ? . ? . I'm just speechless and all agog!

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  3. First of all, hell would freeze over before I told my Dad about my blog.
    And your dad is so right.
    Little acts of kindness go so extremely far. Sometimes we don't even know how much someone needs a little smile or a door held open...

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