Helping Hand

This week, I celebrated another birthday and every year as the annual day approaches, I always find myself being more and more secretive. This is not for the idea of tacking on another year, but for the awkwardness I feel being showered with kindness just because I was born. It always makes me feel a little uncomfortable. This year, my secret got out and eventually the kind gestures were delivered. I began to reflect on that feeling I experienced and began to strategize how I can repay the kindness or live up to the respect that has been directed my way. My mind trailed off onto many different tangents. It didn’t take long before I mentally slowed and stopped on the basic idea of kindness.  Kindness doesn’t need a response.  Just as I stopped to help the milk delivery person that dumped crates of milk off his hand truck.  I rushed over and began helping him pick them up. He told me I didn’t have to do it, which is exactly the point.  I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.  He was alone trying to frantically pick up three crates of chocolate milk that was dumped over and strewn about.  I helped because I wanted to do so. It was the kind thing to do. If I can inspire others to do the same, then this world will be a better place. With that thought, I wish you all a wonderful Spring Break. Be exceptional! Have a great week…RiseUP! (cue Stand By You – Rachel Platten).

Until next time...