Do you randomly remember when people were kind to you?

'I lost all respect for my Organ Grinder when I realized he was not playing but merely turning the handle! That's when I left him...'

I do. I was taking a shower and for no reason that I could think of, I remembered someone kind to me long ago.

The situation was that I had to sit on a chair and the chair in school hurt my back. Since all the chairs were the same I couldn’t just swap out chairs. I asked the teacher if I could leave a cushion there but they had a different idea. She said that she would talk to someone and then the next day I arrived there was a different chair and a small table where I could sit. It worked great and my back didn’t hurt. When my classmates asked why I got to sit at the desk I told them that the chair hurt my back and they said nothing further.

'I lost all respect for my Organ Grinder when I realized he was not playing but merely turning the handle! That's when I left him...'
‘I lost all respect for my Organ Grinder when I realized he was not playing but merely turning the handle! That’s when I left him…’

The teacher that was kind to me was one of my mentors. However it was before she was mentoring me, and I was just getting to know her. I realized how kind that was because rarely teachers were kind people in my experience. I treasured and treated every kind of teacher extra nicely to reward them for being a human being.

Randomly I remember the kindness that was done to me in life. I think that those people who are kind are a special kind of person. Life is tough, and when people are kind it shows their nobelness and strength of character. Their help led me to a life where I can help others, and certainly part of my success is the time/energy they spent with me. I will always appreciate those who help others.

Why am I sharing this? We know that love, kindness, and character matter the most to us yet we deny them and think other things are more important. Why is it so hard for us to treat others with kindness and love? Do we have so little love and respect in our souls that we can’t share it with those around us? We know things don’t make us happy. Things are just toys that we pass our time with. What is inside is what matters, and if we can make others feel good shouldn’t we do so?

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Are we a human family, or just a bunch of monkeys without the capacity to care for our own? Monkeys take care of other monkeys. In that sense, they are superior to us. Too many humans are without families, without hope because we can’t extend our love and kindness to them. Why are we less than monkeys?