Saturday, August 27, 2011

Kindness from the Ice Cream Man

Here's another great way to show simple kindness and one I never considered until I read this in my email. Now I know I'll keep some spare change just in case the next time the ice cream man comes calling!

The other day, I decided to come home early because it was such a beautiful day. The kids were outside playing in my apartment complex and the ice cream truck was whistling its tune. As I drove slowly to avoid an accident, I noticed a little boy looking at the ice cream truck. He didn’t get anything and he walked away with a disappointed look on his face. I asked the ice cream guy what happened and he said the little boy had no money. I had no cash on me so I drove to my building and went upstairs to look for some cash. When I found it the ice cream guy was still waiting but the little boy was not.

I went in the direction I thought he might have gone and I saw a woman getting out of her vehicle. I asked her if she had a little boy and she said yes. She then told me that she and her son had gone to the grocery store the day before and had wanted ice cream but she did not have enough money to buy it.

She quickly went into the house to get her son, and when she returned I realized that he was not the same little boy I had seen. This boy was a bit older and his sister came out with him. I took them both to the truck and let them pick out what they wanted.

I never told the mom it was not the same boy I was talking about. I introduced myself to the mother properly and offered my baby-sitting services free of charge if she ever needed them. I couldn’t find the original boy anywhere but I hope he gets some ice cream soon.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Giving Back!

Here's a great way to share in another unexpected way. I am hoping that these ideas will help you do something today to share God's love in unique ways and teach others, what it's like to know and love God and be a Christian! This is a story I received in my email of how one woman found a way to reach out in love and kindness!

This morning, as I got dressed for work, I chose one of my favorite necklaces. I do not wear it often because I want to hold onto it for a long time.

When I got to work, I was walking though a doorway and a woman stopped me and said, “I love your necklace.” I stopped walking to talk to her for a few minutes as she admired it and told me how great it looked on me. I was feeling a bit under the weather and did not feel as though I looked my best. But what she said to me made me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

I recalled the many mornings that she has spoken to me with a smile and then remembered something that my mom taught me. “You only give to others things that you would want to have.” As this thought ran through my mind, I unfastened the necklace from around my neck and told her she could have it. She would not take it because I had expressed to her how important it was to me. So I took her by the arm and put the necklace in the palm of her hand.

As I walked off I told her that a blessing given is a blessing received.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Helping out Our Neighbors

Idea of the Week

"A retired gentleman who lives a few doors away from me can occasionally be seen picking up trash. He does it cheerfully and never complains. This morning, I was out walking my dog when I saw another neighbor picking up trash with his kids! When I commented on what a good job they were doing he said, "Well, there's an older fellow in our street who does this. And my friend and I thought it wasn't fair that he had to do it all the time, so now we take a turn." The older gentleman had inspired others to pick up trash by doing it himself! It just goes to show we should be the change we want to see in this world."

Saturday, August 20, 2011

31 Days of Kindness

Here's a delightful way to show just how easy it is to make someone's day a little brighter and spread the love of God in some unique ways just like these women did. Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

In the Darkest of Times, There's Light!

Here's a great story in teaching us all that we can all do something today. What will you do? Enjoy!

I was twenty-four years old and three months pregnant when my husband died.

I was a widow and an expectant mother in the same day.

We had bought a new home and I had filled our two bedroom apartment with nursery items in anticipation of moving in. Now the house would be taken away. I knew I would have to go back to my parents' home, at least until I delivered the baby. And the shock of my husband's sudden death had made losing the baby a very real possibility.

I moved back into my old bedroom. My twin bed, a crib and a dresser was all that could fit in the 8 x 10 foot bedroom. The rest of our furniture had to go into storage.

I was able to pay for three months worth of storage and then I would have to sell all the new furniture we had bought for our new home because I wouldn't be able to pay any more storage fees.

I had been told I couldn't grieve my husband's death because the baby was so at risk of delivering early, so I focused on keeping calm. Of course, that wasn't easy - and it only got more difficult! Because I tend not to be a person who shares my troubles much, I had told no one but my sister. She was poorer than me and could only provide moral support. My parents were just making ends meet with another mouth to feed.

Then one day in early January 1971 I received a cashier's check for $500. I had no idea who it was from and no amount of calling the financial institution who issued it gave me any clues. I was saved! We had enough money to pay for the storage rental for nearly another year!
I was so happy I smiled all day - something I hadn't done in months!

Then, on the same day, my husband's boss came to the house saying he wanted to see how I was doing. I told him about the check and he was thrilled for me. I knew I had nothing coming from the company my husband had worked for because he had been there only 6 months. In order to get insurance payments or death benefits you had to be with the company for a year.

The man sat down and pulled out three envelopes. The first was what we were due of my husband's salary for his last month. The second was a bonus check he had earned for the month before (which was originally due to be issued at the end of the year.) And the third was for $10,000, which was his death benefits with the company!

I was incredulous! How could this be? His boss explained the first two checks were due us for services rendered, and he said he used his twenty-eight years with the company to make sure they did the right thing by us.

To this day I don't know how he did it but that money saved us.

After the baby was born (with health issues that required thirteen surgeries in two years,) I was able to stay home with him until he was healthy enough to go to a nursery school with other kids. And it allowed us to move to a little apartment of our own.

In one day we had been saved by two angels with acts of kindness that touched my very soul. It was forty-one years ago but I have never forgotten them or that day.

It was the day I smiled from morning to night!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Our Children Learn From What We Do!

Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see. Let's make sure we are sending the right message to them.
Here's a great story to illustrate this point and one can all learn from. Sometimes its easy to think they don't understand what we are doing but they learn from watching. Enjoy today's story! ~ Love and Hugs ~ Kat

Last week as I pulled into the parking lot with my son for his baseball game, I saw a woman trying to change her flat tire. I told my son I would get him over to his practice field and then I was going back to help the woman change her tire.

When I got back to the parking lot, nobody had stopped to help her. I went over and offered. She tried to be nice and said that she was fine, but I could see otherwise so I insisted. Besides, my mother as she watches me from above would have cut a deal to send a pigeon to deliver a “special present” for me if her son had walked by and done nothing. Another woman parked nearby and said she had some wipes in the car, as I was getting dirty from the tire. She waited for us to finish and then gave us the wipes. I could tell it made her feel good in her own way. There were opportunities for kindness all around!

The best part for me though wasn’t just the fact that I could help. It came after my son’s game was over. As he and I walked to the parking lot he asked me why I went back to help the woman. I told him that it was the right thing to do. When he said to me, “next time Dad I want to help you change a tire” I was reminded that our children learn kindness from us and I will not let them down!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Reaping What We Sow

I spent the morning studying on giving and on sowing and reaping. I realize that God doesn't need anything from us, He merely wants to add to what we have when He asks of something from us. If we don't plant a seed, we can't harvest so its time to begin being a cheerful giver. Here's a classic story of reaping what we sow and I hope it blessed your day as it did mine.

Remember we don't have to give what we don't have but what can you give, time, money, service, then make sure if God calls, we answer with a great attitude and full of grace! Enjoy this story that I found on the internet! Love and Hugs ~ Kat

When I was about 6 years old I lived in Kenya. There was a lot of poverty and there were always street children on the roads asking for money. There was such a big divide between those children and me and I grew up very aware of being so fortunate.

We had a wonderful and very kind driver, John, who had been working with my family for decades. He used to take us to and from school. One day we had to take a detour on the way to school and whilst we were stopped in traffic a young street child, probably no more than 10 years old, called out with a friendly greeting. “Jambo, John!”

He approached the car and shook John’s hand. John then gave him a little bit of money and waved him off with a smile before we carried on our way to school.

I had watched the whole incident from the back seat completely surprised. I knew that John worked very hard to make ends meet. He had a large family himself. We were always sending packets or rice and fruit and other snacks and clothes for his family and I knew that he didn’t have any spare money. So, of course, at that age I couldn’t understand why he would be giving money to the child.

“Who was that I asked?” I asked. “My friend,” he replied, “I see him every morning on my way to work and I give him a little bit of money.” Still unable to comprehend I asked, “Why do you have to give him money every morning?” John replied, “So he can use it to buy some food.”
It was probably in that moment that I understood what kindness really was.

Someone who was in a difficult situation themselves still found some money to spare for a child who needed it. Even at the age of 6 that had such a profound impact on me. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I didn’t have any money, but I wanted to contribute too.

Every Friday we would have dinner at my grandparents’ house and, after dinner, my grandfather would give us a chocolate bar when my mum wasn’t looking. I would save mine up so I could give it to John to give to his friend.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Just Being There Helps More Than Words

Here's a great email I received this morning about how sometimes just being there helps more than words ever could. Let us not be too busy today to notice someone in need. May God grant us the grace today to work His blessings through us. ~ Love and Hugs ~ Kat

I used to work in a hospital as a Pharmacy Technician. As part of our duties we would make rounds of all the nursing stations to pick up orders deliver medication, etc.
On one of my rounds I met an elderly lady. She was sitting outside a room crying. People walked past and saw her crying but nobody offered to help. I stopped and asked if she was okay. She said her husband was in the room - dying.
I asked if I could call anyone or do anything for her but she said she didn't have any family near-by and they never had any kids. So, I just sat there a while, holding her hand and listening to her.
This went on for weeks, me listening and hugging, and her waiting and crying.
Well one day on my rounds I saw her sitting there, not crying. So, I went to sit with her and I asked if everything was okay. She told me that her husband had died the night before. Surprised, I asked her why she was stll here. That's when she said, "I came back to say thank you. Thank you for sitting with me, listening to me and just being there, helping me through this."
I hugged her and wished her well.
I walked away with tears in my eyes and a heart bursting with joy because I had been able to help someone through her darkest days.