Last week I was visiting my father in the hospital. My dad has late-stage cancer and is dying. read more →
I was diagnosed with stage 4 Follicular Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma in May 2004. My youngest child was four at the time. 10 months later, my dad died, and 30 hours after my dad passed away, my husband died. The doctors gave me very little hope of raising my son. read more →
I’m an addicted knitter and very active on Ravelry.com, a world-wide knitting community. During the last 5 years, I met people from all over the world online or in real life. There are thousands of groups for different interests. One of them is a group which swaps socks worldwide. That’s where I met Kathy from Boston, also an addicted knitter and always up for a challenging pattern and special yarns. We became friends and shared patterns. Kathy flew to Germany frequently staying for just stayed for a couple of days each time but we never managed to meet. read more →
One hot summer day I was trimming my hedges, sweating, a mess. Along comes this car and stops in front of my driveway.
Feeling embarrassed about my appearance, I walked down to see what they wanted. It was a woman and her son was driving. She asked for directions to the Today Drug Rehab. She said she needed to visit her other son. I knew exactly where it was and gave them the correct directions. She looked at me with a hopeless frown. I asked her do you want me to repeat them? read more →
Two weeks ago, I was out for an early supper with my son. The people at the next table arrived and we learned that they were celebration their anniversary. I paid for a bottle of champagne for them as we left. read more →
I knew my Mike was a keeper when the second week we were dating. We were on our way to a wedding. read more →
When my sons were in junior high they had to write slam poems. One of my sons wrote about his struggle with having muscular dystrophy and not being able to play sports. read more →
Yesterday while in conversation with a client of mine, I happened to mention that I needed a new bed for my bulldog, Buster. Three hours later she showed up at my doorstep with a brand new dog bed for Buster.
What makes her unexpected act of kindness even more beautiful, is that her beloved dog recently passed and she’s been consumed with sadness. When I asked her what prompted her to do something so kind, she said: “I’ve been drowning in my grief. It felt so good to shift my focus from me and my pain to someone else.” – Oriana, The Kindness Calendar
Bully! It’s an ugly word because it involves ugly actions. This little word can stir the strongest emotions in people from all walks of life. Why, because it doesn’t discriminate and a high proportion of the population have been either directly or indirectly affected by it.
Bullying has become an overwhelming social crisis. When it touches the life of a child, it can have a devastating and long-lasting effect not only on them but also their family and friends.
Childhood bullying can negatively impact the physical, emotional and mental health of bullies, the bullied, and bystanders well into adulthood.
A meta-analysis of 80 studies reported a mean prevalence rate in 12-18-year-old students of 35% for traditional bullying and 15% for cyber bullying involvement. Given that another study reported that only 36% of bullying victims reported being bullied, it’s difficult to know how accurate these figures really are and frightening to think they could be much higher. read more →
A few days ago when my son was mowing the lawn (something he really enjoys!!!!) he asked me if he could mow the neighbours nature strip. read more →
This morning my young son (21) took me out to breakfast. There was an elderly couple at the next table. She was very solicitous of her husband and it was obvious that they cared deeply for each other. They smiled at us and waved to my little granddaughter. read more →
When I dropped my son Joey back at his residency this evening, there was another boys father that was walking in the hallway. When Joey saw him, he shouted out his name and said, “I want chicken nuggets from McDonald’s!” The dad walked into Joey’s room, introduced himself to me, and told me that for a while now when he would drop off his son, he would also bring Joey nuggets from McDonald’s, so of course, Joey asked him for some! Lol. I had no idea that something like this was going on. read more →
From the Blog
Stories of Kindness
- 08 Feb 2018Pillows for Corwin – spreading kindness for healing
- 07 Feb 2018It’s not your fault
- 31 Jan 2018A surprise gift
- 31 Jan 2018Giving is happiness
- 24 Jan 2018Kindness from The Little Fish