This morning I read a couple of blog posts, one at A Thousand Shades of Gray and another at Writing Our Way Home about small kindnesses and the little ways that people impact us And I, of course, thought to myself, “I can create that post. I can write about the small kindnesses in my life because there have been an incredible number of those.”
The truth, though, is that as I started thinking about it, I was struck by the LARGE kindnesses in my life. In almost every aspect of my life I have been shown an amazing amount of kindness. If I had to stop and think about it. I’d say that it is the hallmark of my life…being shown undeserved favor and kindness. It is amazing and wondrous, and I am always in awe of others’ capacity to be generous and thoughtful.
I think that perhaps it is because my basic nature is to be small and petty, and that while I am often outwardly kind and generous…it is an urge I have to make myself follow. I do not believe that I am a naturally good person so I have to fight my base inclinations.
So, small kindnesses. Lots of them. As I’ve been thinking about it, the best ones that comes to mind was right after Hurricane Katrina. One of my classmates, Elizabeth (so sad that I cannot remember her name now. Her husband had been a minister, they had a son, she was pregnant with a little girl) actually came by my place. She wanted me to know she was thinking about me, and told me where I could buy gas. She invited me to stay with her. That visit was a life saver because I at that point, I was running frighteningly low after a rather foolish drive through the country, up to Collins and back down through Laurel and home to Hattiesburg. But I think when I drive, and I needed to think.
She didn’t have to check on me, she didn’t have to do anything. But she did. And I was grateful for the kindness.