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Small moments of kindness peek through our everyday lives, from your neighbors’ “Good morning!” to a surprise “I’ll take care of that for you” at the office. This week, we want you to explore what that kindness means to you, and share it with others. 

Kill ‘Em With Kindness

When I was eighteen, I had my first internship in New York City. Centered on my need to get wherever I was going in the same hurried frenzy as everyone around me, I was often overwhelmed by the city.

The moment I would step off the bus and walk toward the subway, I had my game face on: I was on my way to the A train and not a single person could stop me. Suddenly, my pace was double-time, caught up in the speed of the others making their way to work, coffee in hand.

One day, out of the blue, a couple walked up to me and handed me their MetroCard, the card used to pay for the NYC subway system. For a moment, I was confused as to what they wanted.

“Do you need help, directions?” I asked. Again, they motioned for me to take their MetroCard.

“We’re leaving and we’re not going to be able to use what’s left on this,” they said, “so you have it.”

It was such a simple gesture, and such a kind one. It was a relief to not have to pay for my ride that day, and such a break from the usual go go go routine. Clearly, I never forgot it.

Paying It Forward

Right in the middle of New York City, a free library for everyone to enjoy. Sweet!

Right in the middle of New York City, a free library for everyone to enjoy. Sweet!

We all experience kindness at some point in our day: that kindness may come from a loved one, a stranger, or, maybe most importantly, ourselves. As we move through life, we also offer the same kindness to others, through a thoughtful compliment, a token of affection, a supportive glance.

For this week’s writing challenge, ponder the significance of kindness in your life. That may mean:

  • Telling us about the last time or the most memorable time you received a random act of kindness from a stranger.
  • Sharing the details of your last act of kindness, or when you wish you had been kinder when you weren’t.
  • Explaining what kindness means in a time when it’s so easy to leave anonymous, uncensored comments on blog posts, videos, pictures, and more.
  • Offering tales about times when you’ve needed to be kinder to yourself, and how you did that.

We’re looking forward to seeing what you have to share. While you’re at it, take the time to practice kindness and leave a comment on one of your favorite posts that you see here in response to this prompt, and I’ll join you in that effort.

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    1. Every day of your life will be unique and how you use it depends on you. A kindness need not be a huge act of sacrifice, but rather recognizing that at a moment in time doing or saying something gentle and thoughtful will become a part of someone else’s memory.

      Sometimes a smile will suffice. There are many people who have little or no intimate communication with another human being. People often need a simple reaching out by a stranger to feel that, like a turtle peeking out of its shell . people can com out of their solitude and alienation because of a comment on how beautiful a tree is, or how fragrant the air smells or what a lovely day is about to end.

      A few words from an understanding heart can reach out and touch others enough to leave a memory that lingers on. Not all of us are able to make the grand gesture, but all of us are capable of being kind, which might be an endearing word or a small gesture


  1. When I lived in New York City and was commuting daily to Manhattan, I parked in a residential area near the subway. It was always difficult to find parking , because my work hours did not coincide with the daily rush hour.
    I chose to park in a community that had restricted parking and so I had a fairly long walk to my transportation.
    One evening in the evening I was scurrying to my parkede car when I became aware of a shuffling sound at a distance behind me, but I chose not to turn around to explore the sound but quickened my space. There were few people walking around the area which had some beautiful manicured properties with large trees.
    As I picked up my pace I was getting nervous about the sound that was folloeing me. I then heard a voice that said “Can you please help me?” My first instinct as a wary New York woman walking alone at night, was to ignore the voice and get to my car as quickly as I could ,but… I hesitated because the voice did not sound threatening. Against my better judgment I stopped and turned.

    A man in his early thirties was walking haltingly because he was maneuvering with crutches that reached just above his elbows. i thought it was possible that it was a ruse and he intended to harm me by using his crutches as a weapon, but I stood perfectly still holding onto the purse that was slung over my shoulder.

    As he got closer,I looked at his face and realized that he meant me no harm. I could see that he had the gentle eyes of a young boy rather than the menacing look of the predator I had imagined. He was carrying a small bakery box tied with a thin string that he had clutched in his hand. When I approached him, I asked if he would like me to carry his package, because it appeared to me that the string was cutting into his frail hand. He thanked me and explained he wanted to surprise his mother with cookies , which were her favorite.

    An overwhelming sense of remorse swept over me, because I realized that the pressure of living in a city that could be dangerous had almost caused me to turn my back on a human being in need. We walked slowly and I walked him to his front door, rang the bell. His mother greeted us and thanked me profusely for helping her son. I knew that he had done infinitely more for me than I had done for him on that darkening evening in Forest Hills, NY.

    By the time I drove home I was smiling inwardly at a kindness that had filled my heart with a sweet and simple joy. It may not always be better to give than to receive but that day I received a lesson I will always remember. I was relaxed and at peace as I pulled into my driveway a short time later.A few minutes of my life had been well spent.

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  2. Kindness is the most uncommon attribute to be found these days though it brings an infinite sense of happiness,hope and joy both to the giver and the recipient ,and at its best when shown or received in the least expected of times.

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  3. I have found in my many years here on Earth, if you are Kind or considerate someone will always pay you in kind. Especially kindness shown without expecting anything in return from the person.

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  4. Thank you for this writing challenge. Giving and receiving kindness is such a spiritual experience. When we give kindness the positive energy returns to us and the universe. When we receive kindness the positive energy returns to the giver and the universe. I have learned to take long walks on the beach or in the park, say no without guilt, speak my truth without fear, and trust the kindness of others.

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  5. Kindness brings such incredible joy! It brightens my day and makes me feel like I can be empowered to make this world a better place. When I receive kindness, I am almost always surprised. Very pleasantly I might add. I just don’t expect kindness from people in this day and age so I am ecstatic and floored at the same time. Very grateful also and totally appreciative towards the person who shows this terrific attribute of God’s!

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  6. Mondays hate me, but last Monday it has been kind enough to make me realize things I must be grateful for. I started a new way of looking at Mondays by being vocal of even the small things that I am thankful for. I am kinder to myself now I guess…

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  7. We are always in hurry early in the morning and in evening as well. On way to my home(in Mumbai) after returning from my internship, I met this lady in the local train who was bleeding profusely but people around were not at all worried. I asked few tall girls to pull the chain and after that I went to the local station master to check for emergency medical care. I ran crossing the rail track only to reach someone who can make the announcement for help. After much hustle, the lady was taken to the nearest hospital but it took nearly half an hour. I felt so light and happy!

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  8. What a wonderful idea for a Daily Post theme. I have already been blessed by the two stories I read. I highly recommend “Kinship With a Homeless Veteran”. I don’t have time to read them all right now, but I intend to read one or two per day. I’ll never grow tired of stories of kindness.

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  9. I was struck by the meme that read “It’s better to be kind than right”. As someone who likes to be right this was indeed a slap in the face that made me evaluate both my level of “rightness” and “kindness”, and my whether my insistence in being right was causing another to feel less valued. Great thought for the day!


  10. awww….I had a parking ticket (not a fine) paid for me by someone who turned out to be a girl from college…she paid for it and left it there for the first person who would pick it up.
    It’s nice to see positive posts instead of bitter, pessimistic “reaaaaalistiiic” crap.


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