Kind of kind in a sorta kinda way

Today I am taking my sister to her chemotherapy treatment. That's not the act of kindness I'm going to discuss. She's my flesh and blood. It's a moot point whether or not I'll accompany her on my day off. Laundry, blogging, housework can wait. Time spent with a loved one cannot be put on the back burner. 'Nuf said.
I haven't gathered my thoughts about kindness I have witnessed or performed myself. I don't want this to be about me. Instead, I am taking a journal with me today to make notations of simple acts of kindness and thoughtfulness. Then, when I return, I will share them with you. Quite often, I find, people aren't making an overt effort to be nice or kind. It's part of their nature to do so. I hope I have a ton of things to share with you.
God Bless.

Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 9, 2008 at 10:22 AM

    What a great idea! I love it! I have never done anything like that so I'll be fascinated to learn what you see as our kindness reporter on the street.

    LOVE!! the new look. Well done Miss Riss! :)

    I hope your sister is better very soon.

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  2. AnonymousDecember 9, 2008 at 6:53 PM

    What a great idea! I can't wait to read what you witnessed.
    *hugs* to your sister too!

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  3. RuprechtDecember 9, 2008 at 9:23 PM

    Sounds spiffy .....

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  4. TopSurfDecember 10, 2008 at 5:12 AM

    great idea, hugs to your sister!

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