Many people around me are sick of always hearing about the bad things in life. We are all just seeking good news and are longing to make a difference in the lives around us.
Do you believe that reaching out to one person can make a difference? I do! The kindness you extend to that one person could literally change their life. If your actions can help that one person maybe that one person will see how good it felt to be cared about and they will want to “pay it forward”. That is what I believe and want to happen. Don’t you see this concept could literally spread like wild fire? I am writing this blog entry because I am hoping others will agree with me and want to take part in spreading good will all year.
Their is so much we can do to “take care of people”. My partner and I are making care packages for soldiers right now (https://www.treatsfortroops.com). I am also knitting hats for them. I enjoy writing letters (that I send via snail mail) to my friends and family. I believe my letters are a great way to reach out and say “I still think and care about you” and they offer the “human connection” that so many people are longing for.
I read this essay today by a diner waitress. She has found a way that she can make a difference in the lives of her customers. You can read about it in her article: Peace Begins with One Person – “Can one act of friendliness start to generate peace? I believe it can. Peace begins with one person but spreads like warmed syrup.” -Ivory Harlow
I would love to know more about how others are making a difference.. Please feel free to post comments below about what you want to do, or already do that touches the lives of others..
I absolutely loved your post, and couldn’t agree more. My parents taught me to love with my whole heart, not just a part. I’m trying to teach this lesson to my children.
Last summer, we saw an elderly man sitting in the heat by the side of the road selling watermelons. I didn’t know this old man, never saw him before. I turned the truck around, went to a small grcery store, and bought a bottle of cold water. We drove back, and my son tried to give the water to the gent. He smiled, and shaking his head, declined the water. My son told me the man already had water. “Know what else he told me?” my son asked, beaming. “He told me, ‘God bless you'”. My oldest still talks about that, periodically, volunteers in the community.
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