Tell us about the time when you performed a secret random act of kindness — where the recipient of your kindness never found out about your good deed. How did the deed go down?
I can’t remember exactly how and to whom, but I know that I have done a few good deeds anonymously in the past. Oh how I hate the disintegration of my memory, not because I can’t write about them, but because I can’t remember and it isn’t going to get any better which is getting a little scary as time goes on.
I think that acts of kindness are wonderful however they occur, anonymously or not, and I like performing acts of kindness because it helps people, either strangers or friends, it really doesn’t matter. Help is a good thing, no matter who it is, who receives it and who gives it.
I think that part of my daily writing is to leave something of me behind for my babies and their babies to read when I am no longer here. Would that be considered a random act of kindness? Perhaps, I wish that my grandparents had left behind some sort of diary so that I could have gotten to know them better as people, besides being grandparents.
During the holiday season, I like to try to make a meaningful donation for those who are in need. That is also a random act of kindness that means a lot to me, it is much for me as for them.