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Anne Johnson - 01/04/99 00:45:27
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: You bet I do!
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Yep
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Yes

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Give someone a hug. They probably need it and you usually get one in return. One can never have too many hugs!

Gene - 12/05/98 21:29:31

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SMILE I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile." The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake, literally. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch...an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the blue eyed gentle man was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm). Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you." I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope." I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey. To give me hope." We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give. We are not church goers but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?" I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we, as human beings and being part of God, share this need to heal people and be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may Read this and learn how to - LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.

Dan Clark - 11/24/98 01:17:41

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Puppies For Sale A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies For Sale." Signs like that have a way of attracting small children and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign. "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked. The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50." The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37," he said. "Can I please look at them?" The store owner smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's wrong with that little dog?" The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. "That is the little puppy that I want to buy." The store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you." The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for." The store owner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies." To this, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, "Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!" By Dan Clark

Rachel - 11/21/98 21:15:06
My URL:http://window.to/angels
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: yepp
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: yepp
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: im sure i have, small ones

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A simple random act of kindness would be to smile, smiling tends to be contagious. Great site!

Please Visit Angel Touch: Desaint's ^i^Angels^i^

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so far i have enjoyed this website

Anna Glynn - 11/15/98 19:04:28
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Yes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Yes
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Of course!

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This is one of the nicest URL's I have seen -- have forwarded details to everyone I know Thank you for designing it

Christi - 11/14/98 16:49:38
My URL:http://home.att.net/~joe.ah
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: sometimes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: sure

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Great site!

Punkin - 11/07/98 03:15:37
My URL:http://members.tripod.com/~Gary_Bowers/index.html
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Yep
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Yep Yep Tep
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Oh Yep

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Enjoyed the trip though your stie. Sitll can not understand if you just like theCircus or are a Clown! Oh you know what kind I meen. he he he come visit again just tickle my belly wid da mousey!

Can't Hoyt! he he hePunkin

Audrey - 11/04/98 02:46:08
My URL:http://come.to/audreysworld
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Sure
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: sure
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Yup

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Gene - 10/28/98 11:18:14

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Please Listen~~ When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving me advice, you have not done what I asked. When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn't feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings. When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem, you have failed me, strange as that may seem. Listen! All I ask is that you listen. Don't talk or do - just hear me. Advice is cheap; 20 cents will get you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper. And I can do for myself; I am not helpless. Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless. When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and inadequacy. But when you accept as a simple fact that I feel what I feel, no matter how irrational, then I can stop trying to convince you and get about this business of understanding what's behind this irrational feeling. And when that's clear, the answers are obvious and I don't need advice. Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what's behind them. Perhaps that's why prayer works, sometimes, for some people - because God is mute, and he doesn't give advice or try to fix things. God just listens and lets you work it out for yourself. So please listen, and just hear me. And if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn - and I will listen to you. by Author Unknown

Gene - 10/22/98 02:11:08

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This story impressed me with the good point it makes: The Gossiper--- A woman repeated a bit of gossip about a neighbor. Within a few days the whole community knew the story. The person it concerned was deeply hurt and offended. Later the woman responsible for spreading the rumor learned that it was completely untrue. She was very sorry and went to a wise old sage to find out what she could do to repair the damage. "Go to the marketplace," he said, "and purchase a chicken, and have it killed. Then on your way home, pluck its feathers and drop them one by one along the road." Although surprised by this advice, the woman did what she was told. The next day the wise man said, "Now go and collect all those feathers you dropped yesterday and bring them back to me." The woman followed the same road, but to her dismay, the wind had blown the feathers all away. After searching for hours, she returned with only three in her hand. "You see," said the old sage, "it's easy to drop them, but it's impossible to get them back. So it is with gossip. It doesn't take much to spread a rumor, but once you do, you can never completely undo the wrong." Author Unknown

- 10/20/98 05:58:04

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Being Our Own 'Spiritual Observer' Spirit (spir' it) n. - (spiritual) adj. ... The part of a human being associated with the mind, will, and feelings. Observe (ab - zurv') v. - (observer ) n. ... 1. to be or become aware of, especially through careful attention; notice. 2. to watch attentively. 3. to make a systematic or scientific observation of. If ... I use the term "Spiritual Observer", what part of yourself do you think of as being that observer? For myself ... I think of a part of me much like a Cheshire Cat sitting in the upper branches of a tree looking down on whatever activities I am currently experiencing at any given moment ... past, present or future. Grinning and amused as he watches and silently, makes note of the "goings on" of my life ... my intentions ... my motivations ... my decisions, my emotions ... or ... lack of emotions, my actions and reactions, and my interactions with others ... as well as ... all the same things about everyone else in my sphere of influence who interacts with me. Consistently and conscientiously making note of my own, as well as, other's intentions and motivations, especially our interactions based on our ... "lovingness" ... or lack of, "hatefulness" ... or lack of, "revengefulness" ... or lack of, "jealousy" ... or lack of, "anger" ... or lack of, "selfishness" ... or lack of, "greed" ... or lack of, "compassion" ... or lack of, "respectfulness" ... or lack of, "patience" ... or lack of, "integrity" ... or lack of, "honesty" ... or lack of, "superiority" ... or lack of, "inferiority" ... or lack of, "ambitions" ... or lack of, "passion & desires" ... or lack of, "sexualness & sensualness" ... or lack of, "successes" ... or lack of, "disappointments" ... or lack of, and even from our "Limitedness". Now this is all well and good, but ... if we never become aware of that part of us that is making all these observations, then we might never recognize, evaluate or re-evaluate the reality & integrity of our interactions with others. To evaluate or re-evaluate our motivations and intentions ... To choose a "higher choice", a more "loving" interaction with our fellow human being and spiritual brother or sister. But how does one access and become aware of this wonderful quiet part of us? By having a willingness to look, listen & observe ourselves ... By consciously taking a step back within our minds and into our mental/spiritual awareness of the moment ... To detach ourselves from that moment and observe how we are interacting with others. To climb a "spiritual" or imaginary tree and take note of the bigger, more complete, more complex picture of what might be happening at any given moment regarding everyone concerned. To take into consideration what might be influencing other people's interactions and reactions at any given moment. To ask ourselves ... would we really want someone to treat us ... all considering ... like we might be treating them? I personally have found myself extensively using this technique ... and ... have found it has been my reason and motivation for making apologies, amends, and reconciliations with others, after I realized my own in-considerate actions or reactions in any given situation. Being aware of your own spiritual observer is a powerful technique and tool which allows you to evaluate every interaction you have with others ... moment to moment. Practice it ... Use it ... Apply it ... to every moment of your life and you will see and experience a very different reality to your interactions with others. I suspect you'll find yourself interacting in a much more loving way. - Amveto - copyright 10/19/98

Rick - 10/20/98 03:53:27
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: always
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: yeah
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: definately

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The site is really fun and interesting. Unlike any other site. I really like the clown laughs that pop up here and there. Any way of getting a wave file from you of it? Take care, I'll be checking out the site... :)

douglas - 10/15/98 18:21:59
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: of course i do!
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: of course i do!
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: of course i did!

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well...i like you web page very much!! i hope that mine turns out like that!!! well..i will talk to you later!!!

Valerie - 10/06/98 03:27:56
My Email:Mouse2x
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: yes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Yes
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: yes i have

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A Special Friend of yours... - 10/04/98 06:52:51
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Yes.
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Yes
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Yes

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The other day I discovered that I had lost contact with a "special" friend of mine. Friendship is a very special "gift" from my "Higher Power". Now, that I sit home and think of all the great times that we have had together, I have decided that I really Miss him. My friend taught me what follow my dreams really meant, and I have been following my dreams. Clownbear your still in my "heart" and you will always be there, Your a sweet man! Bear (((hugs)))from the heart! "your secret admirer"

Troy - 10/04/98 06:34:57
My URL:http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Park/3532
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: all the time!
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Yes..
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Yes..I told someone to be nice to me today..

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Mr. Clownbear! I just wanted to sign your guestbook again. Since I haven't seen you in chat lately. I'm worried about you! and I'm thinking about you and hope you find your happiness and follow your dreams like you have taught me to do. (,,,,)Troy(,,,,)

Dan Clark - 09/20/98 20:54:33

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The Circus : Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter. This family made a big impression on me. There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. You could tell they didn�t have a lot of money. Their clothes were not expensive, but they were clean. The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by- two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, elephants and other acts they would see that night. One could sense they had never been to the circus before. It promised to be a highlight of their young lives. The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband�s hand, looking up at him as if to say, �You�re my knight in shining armor.� He was smiling and basking in pride, looking at her as if to reply, �You got that right.� The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted. He proudly responded, �Please let me buy eight children�s tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus.� The ticket lady quoted the price. The man�s wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man�s lip began to quiver. The father leaned a little closer and asked, �How much did you say?� The ticket lady again quoted the price. The man didn�t have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn�t have enough money to take them to the circus? Seeing what was going on, my dad put his hand into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill and dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father reached down, picked up the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, �Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket.� The man knew what was going on. He wasn�t begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking, embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my dad�s eyes, took my dad�s hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied, �Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family.� My father and I went back to our car and drove home. We didn�t go to the circus that night, but we didn�t go without.

Mark Victor Hansen - 09/15/98 20:25:10
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: certainly

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Charity of Poor People He was not your typical cabbie. As we took off from the downtown Hyatt en route to the Kansas City Airport, he drove by what appeared to be a sparsely furnished office in a relatively seedy section of downtown. Then he said proudly, "That's my office!" The window front said "COPP" on it. He said, "I take care of the invisible 10,000 Kansas City homeless out of there." I could sense the emotion in his words. My eyes started tearing up. "Yep," Richard Tripp said, "I feed 800 people Christmas breakfast when they get kicked out of the regular shelters that are preparing for Christmas dinner. I started COPP (Charity of Poor People) when I got back on my feet again after being homeless for six months. I'd been hackin' for 20 years and got too many speedin' tickets, lost my license and was suddenly homeless. It wasn't too bad. See those truckin' yards? They got heavy plastic that I pulled out of their garbage cans. Heavy duty plastic makes a rainproof tent and sleepin' bag that'll keep you alive. I slept in those woods over there every night for six months. If someone's homeless over six months, nine out of ten of `em will stay permanently homeless. I give `em a new choice and a chance. "We don't take no money - only food, long johns, and real stuff the homeless need now. I go on the radio and get lots of stuff. "Last year a husband and wife who heard me on the radio came into COPP, and I touched `em because I talk with my heart. The couple's five-year-old daughter got killed by a hit-and-run driver. They gave gloves to 800 people in memory of their daughter. It was the best and most useful gift I ever saw anyone give. Everyone thanked `em and cried because their hands would not freeze anymore." Because of Richard Tripp, 5,000 of the 10,000 homeless people in Kansas City have been served meals and provided clothing on a yearly basis.

- 08/14/98 11:30:37

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Nintendo Master : When I first saw you, I thought - Nintendo Master. There was this intensity about you. Your piercing blue eyes and the way your hands moved rapidly along the control buttons were subtle hints of your expert skill. You didn't appear too different from all of the other video- crazed 10-year-olds out there, but you were. I guess the fact that it was summer, and we were both stuck in the oncology ward of the hospital cruelly betrayed the normalcy with which you tried to present yourself. Or maybe it was the fact that we were prematurely robbed of the innocence of childhood, and it comforted me to know that there was someone else out there just like me. I can only speculate, but all I know for sure is that I was drawn to your energy and zest for life. That was the summer of my first post-cancer surgeries. The doctors were trying to fix my left hip joint, which had shattered under the intense bombardments of chemotherapy treatments. It wasn't the only thing that had shattered. I had misplaced my usual optimistic attitude about life and was surprised at how nasty I could be. This did not help me endear myself to anyone. My surgery went "well," the doctors said, but I was in excruciating pain. (The ever-present differing perspective of doctor and patient is an amazing thing.) I saw you again in physical therapy, realizing only then the extent of what cancer did to you. I wanted to scream, "Let him go back upstairs and play his video games, you idiots!" But I just sat there in stunned silence. I watched you get up and start walking with the aid of the parallel bars. Prior to your entrance into the room, I sat in my wheelchair wallowing in self-pity. I thought, "Wasn't the cancer enough? Now my hip is screwed up, and I really don't care anymore. If I get up, it is going to kill me." You will never know me, but you are my hero, Nintendo Master. With such courage and poise, you got up on your one remaining leg. Some might have the audacity to call you disabled or even crippled, but you are more complete than many can ever wish to be. After you had your walk for the day, a walk that was perfectly executed on your part, and you were safely tucked into your bed enjoying your video games once again, I decided that it was about time that I got up and took a walk myself. You see, Nintendo Master, it dawned on me then that you had innately known what it takes most of a lifetime to grasp - life is like a game, you can't win them all and yet the game goes on, forcing all to play it. Nintendo Master, you play it better than most! By Katie Gill

- 08/12/98 21:12:37

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Missed Opportunities I had offered to watch my 3-year-old daughter, Ramanda, so that my wife could go out with a friend. I was getting some work done while Ramanda appeared to be having a good time in the other room. No problem, I figured. But then it got a little too quiet and I yelled out, "What are you doing, Ramanda?" No response. I repeated my question and heard her say, "Oh...nothing." Nothing? What does "nothing" mean? I got up from my desk and ran out into the living room, whereupon I saw her take off down the hall. I chased her up the stairs and watched her as her little behind made a hard left into the bedroom. I was gaining on her! She took off for the bathroom. Bad move. I had her cornered. I told her to turn around. She refused. I pulled out my big, mean, authoritative Daddy voice, "Young lady, I said turn around!" Slowly, she turned toward me. In her hand was what was left of my wife's new lipstick. And every square inch of her face was covered with bright red (except her lips of course)! As she looked up at me with fearful eyes, lips trembling, I heard every voice that had been shouted to me as a child. "How could you...You should know better than that...How many times have you been told...What a bad thing to do..." It was just a matter of my picking out which old message I was going to use on her so that she would know what a bad girl she had been. But before I could let loose, I looked down at the sweatshirt my wife had put on her only an hour before. In big letters it said, "I'M A PERFECT LITTLE ANGEL!" I looked back up into her tearful eyes and instead of seeing a bad girl who didn't listen, I saw a child of God...a perfect little angel full of worth, value and a wonderful spontaneity that I had come dangerously close to shaming out of her. "Sweetheart, you look beautiful! Let's take a picture so Mommy can see how special you look." I took the picture and thanked God that I didn't miss the opportunity to reaffirm what a perfect little angel He had given me. By: Nick Lazaris

TEXBEAR - 08/08/98 11:46:43

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Everybody Has A Dream : Some years ago I took on an assignment in a southern county to work with people on public welfare. What I wanted to do was show that everybody has the capacity to be self-sufficient and all we have to do is to activate them. I asked the county to pick a group of people who were on public welfare, people from different racial groups and different family constellations. I would then see them as a group for three hours every Friday. I also asked for a little petty cash to work with as I needed it. The first thing I said after I shook hands with everybody was, �I would like to know what your dreams are.� Everyone looked at me as if I were kind of wacky. �Dreams? We don�t have dreams.� I said, �Well, when you were a kid what happened? Wasn�t there something you wanted to do?� One woman said to me, �I don�t know what you can do with dreams. The rats are eating up my kids.� �Oh,� I said. �That�s terrible. No, of course, you are very much involved with the rats and your kids. How can that be helped?� �Well, I could use a new screen door because there are holes in my screen door.� I asked, �Is there anybody around here who knows how to fix a screen door?� There was a man in the group, and he said, �A long time ago I used to do things like that but now I have a terribly bad back, but I�ll try.� I told him I had some money if he would go to the store and buy some screening and go and fix the lady�s screen door. �Do you think you can do that?� �Yes, I�ll try.� The next week, when the group was seated, I said to the woman, �Well is your screen door fixed?� �Oh, yes,� She said. Then we can start dreaming, can�t we?� She sort of smiled at me. I said to the man who did the work, �How do you feel?� He said, �Well, you know, it�s a very funny thing. I�m beginning to feel a lot better.� That helped the group to begin to dream. These seemingly small successes allowed the group to see that dreams were not insane. These small steps began to get people to see and feel that something really could happen. I began to ask other people about their dreams. One woman shared that she always wanted to be a secretary. I said, �Well, what stands in your way?� (That�s always my next question.) She said, �I have six kids, and I don�t have anyone to take care of them while I�m away.� �Let�s find out,� I said. �Is there anybody in this group who would take care of six kids for a day or two a week while this woman gets some training here at the community college?� One woman said �I got kids, too, but I could do that.� �Let�s do it,� I said. So a plan was created and the woman went to school. Everyone found something. The man who put in the screen door became a handyman. The woman who took in the children became a licensed foster care person. In 12 weeks I had all these people off public welfare. I�ve not only done that once, I�ve done it many times. By Virginia Satir

Ron - 08/06/98 12:07:44
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: yes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: definitely

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thinking of you : Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, A year is gone. And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just as well, As in the days when I rang his bell. And he rang mine if, we were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men. Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name. "Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim" "Just to show that I'm thinking of him." But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And the distance between us grows and grows. Around the corner!-yet miles away, "Here's a telegram sir, Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend. Remember to always say what you mean. If you love someone, tell them. Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you. Because when you decide that it is the right time, it might be to late. Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today. Pass this along to your friends. It could make a difference. The difference between doing all that you can or having regrets which may stay with you forever. "It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice." "Of all things you wear, your smile is most important."

- 08/02/98 06:59:56

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The Fence : There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care.

Darksky - 08/01/98 03:51:02
My URL:http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/3849
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Not usually
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Sometimes
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: No

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Very nice page! Thanks for your comments on mine.

dave - 07/31/98 22:05:17
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: yes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: yes
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: no, unfortunately

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Once, when I was skiing, I saw a man lose his ski. It went 80 ft. before going off of a hill, so I skied right down to him and asked if he had found it. He said he had not, so I spent fifteen minutes of ski time to get it. He thanked me and asked if he could offer me a beer or something (I was only 17 at the time :) and I said, "No, thank you. But if you really want to do something for me, do this. Next time you see a person by the side of the road, even if you are late, stop and ask them if they need help. If they thank you, tell them the same thing I told you." This made me feel incredibly happy, because I can just imagine how many people I might have helped that day. If you can, please refuse rewards or cash given in thanks, and just ask people t do the same for the next person or two or three they see who needs help.

G E N E - 07/29/98 10:29:37
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: YES

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You Are A Marvel : Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again . . And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michaelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work - we must all work - to make the world worthy of its children. By Pablo Casals

John - 07/24/98 18:08:09
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: yes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: definately
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: yes

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Here is a little thought provoking story regarding friendship and what it can do with every little hello, every little smile, every helping hand-you never know what you say or do may help someone's hurting heart. THIS IS A TRUE STORY Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped carry part of the burden. As they walked, Mark discovered the boy's name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball and history, and that he was having lots of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. They arrived at Bill's home first and Mark was invited in for a Coke and to watch some television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a few laughs and some shared small talk, then Mark went home. They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice, them both graduated from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school where they had brief contacts over the years. Finally the long-awaited senior year came and three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk. Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met. "Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?" asked Bill. "You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn't want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother's sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up those books that day, you did a lot more, you saved my life." A true story, John W. Schlatter

Patrick Walton - 07/24/98 05:38:17

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PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE ~ ~ Think freely- Practice patience- Smile often- Savor special moments * * * Make new friends- Rediscover old ones- Tell those that you love that you do * * * Feel deeply- Discard worry- Forget trouble- Forgive an enemy * * * Keep a promise-- Take a chance- Try something new- Reach out * * * Have good ideas- Make some mistakes- Learn from them * * * Be crazy- Count your blessings- Observe miracles -- make them happen. Pick some daisies- Share them * * * See a sunrise- Listen to the rain- Look for rainbows- Gaze at the stars- See beauty everywhere * * * Laugh heartily- Spread joy- Reminisce * * * Give- Trust- Give in * * * Slow down- Let someone in- Be soft sometimes. * * * Hope- Grow- Work Hard- Be Wise- Try to understand-- Cry when you need to. * * * Trust life- Have Faith- Enjoy wonder- Comfort a friend. * * * ~ BELIEVE IN YOUR SELF ~

tedebear - 07/24/98 03:27:17
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: YES
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: YES
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: YES

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Whatever our hand touch... HEARTPRINTS : We leave finger prints, On wall, on furniture, On doorknobs, dishes, and books, As we touch, we leave our identity. ~~~ Oh please wherever I go to today. Help me leave heart prints. Heart prints of compassion, Of understanding and love, Heartprints of kindness. and genuine concern. ~~~ May my heart touch a lonely nieghbor Or a runaway daughter, Are an anxious mother, Or,prehaphs, a dear friend. ~~~ I shall go out today To Leave heartprints, And If someone should say "I felt your touch" May that one sense be... YOUR LOVE Touching through me.

An Optimist - 07/23/98 23:58:56

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There is a story of identical twins. One was a hope-filled optimist. "Everything is coming up roses!" he would say. The other twin was a sad and hopeless pessimist. He thought that Murphy, as in Murphy's Law, was an optimist. The worried parents of the boys brought them to the local psychologist. He suggested to the parents a plan to balance the twins" personalities. "On their next birthday, put them in separate rooms to open their gifts. Give the pessimist the best toys you can afford, and give the optimist a box of manure." The parents followed these instructions and carefully observed the results. When they peeked in on the pessimist, they heard him audibly complaining, "I don't like the color of this computer . . I'll bet this calculator will break . . . I don't like the game . . . I know someone who's got a bigger toy car than this . . ." Tiptoeing across the corridor, the parents peeked in and saw their little optimist gleefully throwing the manure up in the air. He was giggling. "You can't fool me! Where there's this much manure, there's gotta be a pony!"

Lisa, The Homesick Texan (again) - 07/20/98 02:58:55

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I forgot to include something inspirational ~ sorry about that! I'd like to simply include the text text from Harry Chapin's headstone: "Oh, if a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died what one man's life could be worth, I wonder wha would happen to this world."

Lisa, The Homesick Texan - 07/20/98 02:56:14
My URL:http://www.imaginethat.tierranet.com
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Hell, yes!
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: It's my life's mission!
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Many!

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All right, darlin, I had to come check out this site. Your visits to my own site have intrigued me, so here I am. And I LOVE it! You're just as nuts as I am! We Patsifans tend to be that way. Email me, baby! Let's get a link-thang happening! Forever Patsified!

Gene - 07/17/98 15:13:06
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Yes

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Giving from the Heart : When I was a teenager, probably about 13, my mother taught me a very valuable lesson I've never forgotten. We were grocery shopping in a small store one day when I noticed a family come into the store. It looked like a mother, her daughter, and her granddaughter. They were clean but dressed in worn clothes, and it was obvious they were less fortunate. They pushed a cart through the store, carefully selecting items, mostly generic, and all necessary foods. My mother and I finished our shopping and headed toward the clerk to pay. As we got there, the family was in front of us, with one person in between. As I watched the family place groceries on the conveyor belt, I heard the mother ask the clerk every so often to subtotal, as she only had so much to spend. This took a while, and the person in front of me was getting noticeably impatient and even started mumbling things which I'm sure were overheard. When the store clerk did a final total, the woman did not have enough money, so she began pointing to different food items to put back. My mother reached in her purse, pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to the woman. The woman looked very surprised and said, "I can't take that!" My mother looked directly at the woman and quietly replied, "Yes, you most certainly can. Consider it a gift. There's nothing in that cart you don't really need, so please accept it." The woman then reached out and took the money, squeezing my mom's hand for just a moment, and with tears running down her cheeks, said, "Thank you very much. No one's ever done nothin' like this for me before." I know I left the store with tears in my eyes, and it is something I will cherish forever. You see, my parents raised six children and didn't have a whole lot of money themselves, although I can never remember wanting for anything. I'm very happy to say that I inherited her caring heart. I have given selflessly before, and there is not a better feeling in the whole world! By Dee M. Taylor

Jimmy Dan - 07/17/98 14:56:22
My Email:YES
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: YES
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: YES
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: I try to Everyday!

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She smiled at a sorrowful stranger. The smile seemed to make him feel better. He remembered past kindness' of a friend And wrote him a thank you letter. The friend was so pleased with the thank you That he left a large tip after lunch. The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip, Bet the whole thing on a hunch. The next day she picked up her winnings, And gave part to a man on the street. The man on the street was grateful; For two days he'd had nothing to eat. After he finished his dinner, He left for his small dingy room. He didn't know at that moment That he might be facing his doom. On the way he picked up a shivering puppy And took him home to get warm. The puppy was very grateful To be in out of the storm. That night the house caught on fire. The puppy barked the alarm. He barked till he woke the whole household And saved everybody from harm. One of the boys that he rescued Grew up to be President. All this because of a simple smile That hadn't cost a cent.

Richard Hunt - 07/11/98 18:12:56
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: yes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: yes
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: yes

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He was driving home one evening on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the Levis factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home. It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on. You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm. By the way, my name is Joe." Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been fine with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Joe added "...and think of me He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much. Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe. After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes, when she read what the lady wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too. Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do. Don't let the chain of love end with you." Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could she have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right, I love you Joe."

GENE (TEXBEAR) - 07/08/98 05:29:46

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I Have Learned..... I've learned - that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I've learned - that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. I've learned - that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it. I've learned - that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts. I've learned - that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something. I've learned - that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do. but to the best you can do. I've learned - that it's not what happens to people that's important. It's what they do about it. I've learned - that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life. I've learned - that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides. I've learned - that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. I've learned - that it's a lot easier to react than it is to think. I've learned - that you should always leave loved ones withloving words. It may be the last time you see them. I've learned - that you can keep going long after you think you can't. I've learned - that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. I've learned - that either you control your attitude or it controls you. I've learned - that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place. I've learned - that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. I've learned - that learning to forgive takes practice. I've learned - that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it. I've learned - that money is a lousy way of keeping score. I've learned - that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. I've learned - that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up. I've learned - that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel. I've learned - that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love. I've learned - that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. I've learned - that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated. I've learned - that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would if they believed it. I've learned - that your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren't related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren't biological. I've learned - that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. I've learned - that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. I've learned - that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief. I've learned - that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. I've learned - that sometimes when my friends fight, I'm forced to choose sides even when I don't want to. I've learned - that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do. I've learned - that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions. I've learned - that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change. I've learned - that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever. I've learned - that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I've learned - that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process. I've learned - that there are many ways of falling and staying in love. I've learned - that no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves get farther in life. I've learned - that no matter how many friends you have, if you are their pillar you will feel lonely and lost at the times you need them most. I've learned - that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. I've learned - that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help. I've learned - that writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains. I've learned - that the paradigm we live in is not all that is offered to us. I've learned - that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. I've learned - that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon. I've learned - that although the word "love" can have many different meanings, it loses value when overly used. I've learned - that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe. AUTHOR: UNKNOWN

Guess Who? - 07/08/98 05:06:22

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Making Change : A young boy went to a police department auction of bicycles accumulated over a period of time. Each time the auctioneer started the bidding, the boy would say, "I bid one dollar, sir." The bidding would continue higher and higher until each bicycle was sold to the highest bidder. Each time the boy would bid one dollar. As the last bicycle to be sold was brought forth, the little boy cried, "I bid one dollar, sir." The figures in the bidding rose higher and the auctioneer finally closed the bidding at nine dollars to the little boy in the front row. Then the auctioneer reached into his pocket and pulled out eight dollars and laid them on the counter; the little boy came up and put his one dollar in nickels, dimes and pennies alongside it, picked up his new bike, and started out the door. Then he laid the bike down, ran back to the auctioneer and threw his arms around the auctioneer's neck and cried. By Elder Featherstone

TEXBEAR - 07/04/98 16:32:10
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: YES
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: YES
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: YES...BY EXAMPLE

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As we pause to celebrate freedom and liberty, here is a story Maya Angelo wrote : Thomas was a slave. He worked 12-hour days for the master who owned him and then, because he was a trusted slave, he was allowed to go to town each evening when his duties were complete and work for whatever person he chose to earn money. Thomas did this day after day for years. Getting up early each morning, working till dark, then walking to town and working until 2 AM. Trudging back to the plantation, Thomas would grab 2-3 hours of sleep and begin all over again. Never spending a dime of what he earned, Thomas carefully saved his money. Each evening whe he returned, he placed it under his mattress, dreaming of the day he would buy his freedom. After many years of this pattern, Thomas went to talk with the master. "Master, how much would it cost me to buy my freedom from you?" Thomas asked. The master thought for a while and then replied, "Thomas, most slaves your age bring between $800-$1200. But you're single and you don't have any wife or kids so, I'll sell you for $600." "$600, Master?" Thomas asked quietly, shuffling his feet in the dust. "Yes, Thomas," he answered, a gentle smile upon his face. Thomas walked back to his mattress and looked underneath. Carefully removing his money he slowly began to count it out. "One dollar, two dollars, three dollars......" Taking his time and wanting to get it right, Thomas labored over the money. When he had finished Thomas found he had saved a bit over $1000. Taking it out. Thomas held the money, liking the feel of it between his fingers. He thought of the hours he had worked, the sacrifices made and the many days he spent dreaming of this very moment. Taking it, he divided it into two piles of $400 and $600. Staring at the piles in front of him, Thomas sighed, and placed the money back under the mattress. Returning to the big house, Thomas found the master. "Well, Thomas, have you come to buy your freedom?" he asked kindly. "No, master. The price of freedom is just too dang high. I think I'm gonna wait until it comes down." Turning around, Thomas made his way into the fields to begin his days work. =========================================================== How many of us as we go through life, wishing for a change to come into our life, stop ourselves from accepting that change because we fear we cannot afford to go through with it? "Oh my, God. I didn't know it would cost this much, or hurt this much," we cry out. We stop the process because it's not happening the way we'd envisioned; or because we believe we can no longer afford to make the change. When we choose to grow, we are given what we ask for: the opportunity to grow. But with this gift comes the responsibilty of what we have asked for AND received. And that is, the price we are to pay for this change. I don't say price as in what we are required to sacrifice, but rather, what are we willing to rid ourselves of to make room for this new experience, this new growth within us. Conversely, we are also given the opportunity to NOT change. Our fears are allowed to make the decison by telling us, "You can't afford to do this after all. The price is more than you've got. Wait until a better time comes." Beloved ones, you need not settle for anything other than what you are entitled to. All things you ask for are given to you, but it is your responsibility to accept those gifts. You have to open your hands, your heart and your life to make the space available. For YOU are the co-creator with God of every thing that comes to you. This is your part of the deal. This requires you to move out the things that no longer serve you. And this is where it gets tricky for each of us. We must choose what goes and what stays, by asking, "What continues to serve my highest good and what does not?" You will never be punished for not choosing something, but you will hinder your growth. And that hindering may feel painful but this is to show you that you have just made a choice that is not within your highest and greatest good. This pain you feel is a God given gift, letting you know that you have just strayed from the path you intended to walk this lifetime. Nothing more and nothing less. So, as we head into the fourth of July, look within and ask yourself as you strive to grow and become more complete, "What's it worth to me to do as I wish to do? What am I willing to pay myself so I may move forward? Or am I going to wait until the price comes down?" Either way, know that it is your choice and your choice alone.

GENE - 07/04/98 16:26:04
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: YES....Everyday !

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Right Now : -somebody is very proud of you. -somebody is thinking of you. -somebody is caring about you. -somebody misses you. -somebody wants to talk to you. -somebody wants to be with you. -somebody hopes you aren't in trouble. -somebody is thankful for the support you have provided. -somebody wants to hold your hand. -somebody hopes everything turns out all right. -somebody wants you to be happy. -somebody wants you to find him/her. -somebody is celebrating your successes. -somebody wants to give you a gift. -somebody thinks that you ARE a gift. -somebody hopes you're not too cold, or too hot -somebody wants to hug you. -somebody loves you. -somebody admires your strength. -somebody is thinking of you and smiling. -somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on. -somebody wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun. -somebody thinks the world of you. -somebody wants to protect you. -somebody would do anything for you. -somebody wants to be forgiven. -somebody is grateful for your forgiveness. -somebody wants to laugh with you. -somebody remembers you and wishes that you were there. -somebody is praising God for you. -somebody needs to know that your love is unconditional. -somebody values your advice. -somebody wants to tell you how much they care. -somebody wants to share their dreams with you. -somebody wants to hold you in their arms. -somebody wants YOU to hold them in your arms. -somebody treasures your spirit. -somebody wishes they could STOP time because of you. -somebody praises God for your friendship and love. -somebody can't wait to see you. -somebody loves you for who you are. -somebody loves the way you make them feel. -somebody wants to be with you. -somebody wants you to know they are there for you. -somebody's glad that you're his/her friend. -somebody wants to be your friend. -somebody stayed up all night thinking about you. -somebody is alive because of you. -somebody is wishing that you noticed him/her. -somebody wants to get to know you better. -somebody wants to be near you. -somebody misses your advice/guidance. -somebody has faith in you. -somebody trusts you. -somebody needs you to send them this letter -somebody needs your support. -somebody needs you to have faith in them. -somebody will cry when they read this. -somebody needs you to let them be your friend. -somebody hears a song that reminds them of you.

GENE - 07/03/98 08:10:24
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: YES

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When Abraham Lincoln was still a lawyer, he came upon a slave auction one day. As he sat, he saw a young black being brought up to the stand; he bid on her. As the bidding went higher and higher, he would counter every bid. Finally, his bid won. As he walked forward to pay he saw her eyes staring at him. They were filled with poison and hatred for he was just another to own her. He walked up to her and she spat out, "So. What do you plan to do with me?" He looked in her eyes, pushed slightly away by the venom of her attack and then softly replied, "I wish to free you." Silence. A long pause. More silence as they sized each other up. "What do you mean to free me?" she asked, her voice quivering. "I mean free. To do anything. To go anywhere." "You mean I can do anything I like?" she asked, as the auctioneer came to release her handcuffs. Mr. Lincoln replied gently, "Yes, anything at all." "And I can go anywhere I want? Anywhere at all?" she asked, incredulous. "That's right. Anywhere you like. Anywhere at all," he replied, a lovely smile on his face. "Anything?? Anywhere??" she asked, still not believing. "Anywhere and anything. You are free to do and go where you wish. Now, what would you like to do? Where would you like to go?" She thought for a second, her eyes softening to the truth she heard in his voice, her heart softening to the realization that she was at long last, truly free, "In that case, then I choose to go with you." Beloved ones, as we approach the Fourth of July we each face the symbol of freedom that this country represents and choose what that means. Freedom is easily spoken but not so easily lived. Freedom carries with it the responsibilities inherent in protecting that basic God-given right. We, each of us, are free to do or say whatever we choose. But ask ourselves this question---- How free do we allow our neighbor to be when they espouse the very thing we stand against? How free do they allow us to be when they spit in our face and call us wrong? How does one defend his or her country with honor and then come home to find that many of the ones they thought they were protecting and defending do not want their help, and in fact wish they had not helped at all? How do we find a way to give our lives defending the very freedom that another wishes to take away from us because they do not believe what we stand for? What we believe in? The God we choose to talk with? The church we choose to go to? The books we choose to read? The music we choose to listen to? The people we choose to follow? This is what the young woman discovered, as she saw in the eyes of Mr. Lincoln what she had never seen before. She found that for her, freedom meant she could choose whatever she desired. What she found she desired was to be honored and respected. And in those soft eyes that day in the slave auction, she found someone who showed her the value of her and she gave back that trust and that gift by saying, "I feel more free with you than I ever have with another and I choose to go wherever you go." In the spirit of the gift that was God given to us all, I spend this day and this time freeing myself from the very injustices and anger that I have felt towards those who have sought to limit me. For in fact their desire to limit me is nothing more than my limiting of myself. So, I say to myself and to them, "I free me now by breathing in the light of love into my body and releasing the fears that encapsulated me, and in this I free you, too. For it was my anger and hatred that blinded me to the truth. I told myself it was your anger that immobilized me, but that is merely the symbol, not the reality. I caused myself to be frozen to the point where I could not move forward and evolve. And therefore, since I froze me, I can unfreeze me as well. I realize that I am served by loving you so much that no matter what you say and no matter what you do, I grant you the space and the freedom to say and be what you are and who you are. For my gift to you is actually a gift to me: space and freedom to be. Thank you, God for allowing me to see and feel this gift from you. It moves me with tears and I accept this new challenge you have gifted to me with love."

Texbear - 07/01/98 01:58:04

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The Station : Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We are traveling by train - out the windows, we drink in the passing scenes of children waving at a crossing, cattle grazing on a distant hillside, row upon row of corn and wheat, flatlands and valleys, mountains and rolling hillsides and city skylines. But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there, our dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. Restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes - waiting, waiting, waiting for the station. "When we reach the station, that will be it!" we cry. "When I'm 18." "When I buy a new 450sl Mercedes Benz!" "When I put the last kid through college." "When I have paid off the mortgage!" "When I get a promotion." "When I reach retirement, I shall live happily ever after!" Sooner or later, we realize there is no station, no one place to arrive. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us. "Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118.34: "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today. So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough. By Robert J. Hastings

Friends Without Faces - 06/28/98 07:17:12
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Y E S

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We sit and we type and we stare at our screens. We all have to wonder, what this possibly means. We chat with each other, we share all our woes, Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody to type out our name, We want recognition and offer the same. We give kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt, In rooms we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt. We form friendships but why is a thing we don't know, Though most often founder some will flourish and grow. Why is it that on screen, we can all be so bold, Telling our secrets that have never been told? Why is it we share those deep thoughts in our mind With those we can't see, as though we were blind? The answer is simple, it's as clear as a bell. We all have our problems and need someone to tell. We can't tell "real" people, but tell someone we must So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust. Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains, They are friends without faces and with odd little names.

TO MY FRIENDS - 06/28/98 07:12:42

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I consider you my friends Although we've never met You've managed to touch my heart Through this thing called 'The Net' You've been there for me When I've needed someone How can I ever thank you For all that you've done When I've needed a shoulder A prayer, a hug or an ear You have been there for me Like we've been friends for years I don't quite understand it Us meeting as cyber-friends But I feel God had a hand in it In order for me to mend I prefer not to use it This term 'cyber-friend' I'll leave off the 'cyber' And just call you friend I feel I must thank you For showering me with love My angels right here on earth Sent from Heaven above. -Author Unknown

A FRIEND - 06/25/98 04:59:46

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The Most Beautiful Flower : The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down.And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!" In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating he sat next to my side And placed the flower to his nose And declared with overacted surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you." The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need." But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, He held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind. I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun As I thanked him for picking the very best one. You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see. The problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, And appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand, About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Gene - 06/24/98 18:00:13
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: yes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: yes
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: YES

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May These Special Gifts Come Your Way Happiness. Deep down within. Serenity. With each sunrise. Success. In each facet of your life. Close and caring friends. Love. That never ends. Special memories. Of all the yesterdays. A bright today. With much to be thankful for. A path. That leads to beautiful tomorrow . Dreams. That do their best to come true. And appreciation. Of all the wonderful things about you.

Texbear - 06/21/98 09:18:58
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: YES

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The Shadowland of Dreams : Many a young person tells me he wants to be a writer. I always encourage such people, but I also explain that there�s a big difference between �being a writer� and writing. In most cases these individuals are dreaming of wealth and fame, not the long hours alone at the typewriter. �You�ve got to want to write,� I say to them, �not want to be a writer.� The reality is that writing is a lonely, private and poor- paying affair. For every writer kissed by fortune, there are thousands more whose longing is never requited. Even those who succeed often know long periods of neglect and poverty. I did. When I left a 20-year career in the Coast Guard to become a freelance writer, I had no prospects at all. What I did have was a friend with whom I�d grown up in Henning, Tennessee. George found me my home - a cleaned-out storage room in the Greenwich Village apartment building where he worked as superintendent. It didn�t even matter that it was cold and had no bathroom. Immediately I bought a used manual typewriter and felt like a genuine writer. After a year or so, however, I still hadn�t received a break and began to doubt myself. It was so hard to sell a story that I barely made enough to eat. But I knew I wanted to write. I had dreamed about it for years. I wasn�t going to be one of those people who die wondering, �What if?� I would keep putting my dream to the test - even though it meant living with uncertainty and fear of failure. This is the Shadowland of hope, and anyone with a dream must learn to live there. Then one day I got a call that changed my life. It wasn�t an agent or editor offering a big contract. It was the opposite - a kind of siren call tempting me to give up my dream. On the phone was an old acquaintance from the Coast Guard, now stationed in San Francisco. He had once lent me a few bucks and liked to egg me about it. �When am I going to get the $15, Alex?� he teased. �Next time I make a sale.� �I have a better idea,� he said. �We need a new public- information assistant our here, and we�re paying $6,000 a year. If you want it, you can have it.� Six thousand a year! That was real money in 1960. I could get a nice apartment, a used car, pay off debts and maybe save a > little something. What�s more, I could write on the side. As the dollars were dancing in my head, something cleared my senses. From deep inside a bull-headed resolution welled up. I had dreamed of being a writer - full time. And that�s what I was going to be. �Thanks, but no,� I heard myself saying. �I�m going to stick it out and write.� Afterward, as I paced around my little room, I started to feel like a fool. Reaching into my cupboard - an orange crate nailed to the wall - I pulled out all that was there: two cans of sardines. Plunging my hands in my pockets, I came up with 18 cents. I took the cans and coins and jammed them into a crumpled paper bag. There Alex, I said to myself. There�s everything you�ve made of yourself so far. I�m not sure I ever felt so low. I wish I could say things started getting better right away. But they didn�t. Thank goodness I had George to help me over the rough spots. Through him I met other struggling artists, like Joe Delaney, a veteran painter from Knoxville, Tennessee. Often Joe lacked food money, so he�d visit a nei hborhood butcher who would give him big bones with morsels of meat, and a grocer who would hand him some wilted vegetables. That�s all Joe needed to make down-home soup. Another Village neighbor was a handsome young singer who ran struggling restaurant. Rumor had it that if a customer ordered steak, the singer would dash to a supermarket across the street to buy one. His name was Harry Belafonte. People like Delaney and Belafonte became role models for me. I learned that you had to make sacrifices and live creatively to keep working at your dreams. That�s what living in the Shadowland is all about. As I absorbed the lesson, I gradually began to sell my articles. I was writing about wha many people were talking about then: civil rights, black Americans and Africa. Soon, like birds flying south, my thoughts were drawn back to my childhood. In the silence of my room, I heard the voices of Grandma, Cousin Georgia, Aunt Plus, Aunt Liz and Aunt Till as they told stories about our family and slavery. These were stories that black Americans had tended to avoid before, and so I mostly kept them to myself. But one day at lunch with editors of Reader�s Digest, I old these stories of my grandmother and aunts and cousins. I said that I had a dream to trace my family�s history to the first African brought to these shores in chains. I left that lunch with a contract that would help support my research and writing for nine years. It was a long, slow climb out of the shadows. Yet in 1970, 17 years after I left the Coast Guard, Roots was published. Instantly I had the kind of fame and success that few writers ever experience. The shadows had turned into dazzling l melight For the first time I had money and open doors everywhere. The phone rang all the time with new friends and new deals. I packed up and moved to Los Angeles, where I could help in the making of the Roots TV mini-series. It was a confusing, exhilarating time, and in a sense, I was blinded by the light of my success. Then one day, while unpacking, I came across a box filled with things I had owned years before in the Village. Inside was a brown paper bag I opened it, and there were two corroded sardine cans, a nickel, a dime and three pennies. Suddenly the past came flooding in like a riptide. I could picture myself once again huddled over the typewriter in that cold, bleak, one-room apartment. And I said to myself, The things in this bag are part of my roots, too. I can�t ever forget that. I sent them out to be framed in Lucite. I keep that clear plastic case where I c n see it every day. I can see it now above my office desk in Knoxville, along with the Pulitzer Prize, a portrait of nine Emmys awarded to the TV production of Roots, and the Spingarn medal - the NAACP�s highest honor. I�d be hard pressed o say which means the most to me. But only one reminds me of the courage and persistence it takes to stay the course in the Shadowland. It�s a lesson anyone with a dream should learn. By Alex Haley

Gene - 06/19/98 16:40:31
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: yes

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Second Childhood :The Little Boy and the Old Man : Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the little old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants." "I do that too," laughed the old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry." The old man nodded. "So do I." "But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me." And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. "I know what you mean," said the little old man. By Shel Silverstein

SueBee - 06/19/98 01:39:03
My URL:http://www.geocities.com/NapaValley/6390
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: All the time
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Absolutely!
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Yes

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Kent, Thanks for stopping by SueBee's Kitchen. I have linked your Patsy Salute to my site from my entry page. I enjoyed visiting your site. I especially adored the Salt & Pepper Collection.

Texbear - 06/19/98 01:02:34
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This one is framed and hangs on one of the walls in my home : If I Had My Life to Live Over I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I'd have fewer imaginary ones. You see, I'm one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I've had my moments and if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments. One after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. If I had it to do again, I would travel lighter next time. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies. By Nadine Stair (age 85)

Tedebear - 06/17/98 22:06:19
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Yes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Yes
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Try to Everyday

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Be Happy Where You Are : Sadly , many of us continually postpone our happiness indefinitely. It's not that we consciously set out to do so, but that we keep convincing ourselves, "Someday I'll be happy." We tell ourselves we'll be happy when our bills are paid, when we get out of school, get our first job, a promotion. We convince our- selves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough we'll be more content when they are. After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is, there is no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D'Souza. He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life." This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you share it with someone special, special enough to spend your time..... and remember that time waits for no one... Yesterday is history; Tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present! So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until 'your song' comes on, until you've had a drink, until you've sobered up, until you die, until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy... happiness is a journey not a destination.

Ronald Richard Harkness - 06/17/98 06:59:57
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: YES

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Value of Time : To realize the value of one year: Ask a student who has failed a final exam. To realize the value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby. To realize the value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of one hour: Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet. To realize the value of one minute: Ask the person who has missed the train, bus or plane. To realize the value of one second: Ask a person who has survived an accident. To real ze the value of one millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics. Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special. The origination of this letter is unknown, but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on. Do not keep this letter. Do not send money. Just forward it to five of your friends to whom you wish good luck. You will see that something good happens o you four days from now if the chain is not broken.

Ruth Patterson - 06/17/98 05:16:59
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Yes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Wholeheartedly
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: Yes, Everyday

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She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes blue as t e sea. "Hello," she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. "I'm building," she said. "I see that. What is it?"I asked, not caring. "Oh I don't know, I just like the feel of the sand. "That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by. "That's a joy," the child said. "It's what?" I asked, uncaring."It's a joy! My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy" The bird went glissading down the beach. "Good-bye joy," I muttered to myself, "He lo, pain..." and turned to walk on. I was depressed; my life seemed completely out of balance. "What's your name?" She wouldn't give up. "Ruth," I answered. "I'm Ruth Peterson." "Mine's Wendy,... and I'm six." "Hi, Wendy." I offered. She giggled. "You're funny," she said. In spite of my gloom I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me. "Come again, Mrs. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day." The days and weeks that followed belonged to others: a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. "I need a sandpiper," I said to myself, gathering up my coat. The n ver-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly, but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed. I had forgotten the child and was startled when she appeared. "Hello, Mrs. P," she said. "Do you want to play?" "What did ou have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance. "I don't know. You say." "How about charades?" I asked sarcastically. The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is." "Then let's just walk." Looking at her, I noticed the delica e fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked. "Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter. Where do you go to school?" "I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation." She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. "When I left for home," Wendy said, "it had been a happy day." Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed. Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to greet even Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home. "Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath. "Why?" she asked. I turned on her and shouted, "Because my mother died!"-and thought, my God, why was I saying this to a little child "Oh," she said quietly, "then thi is a bad day." "Yes, and yesterday and the day before that and-oh, go away!" "Did it hurt?" "Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself. "When she died?" "Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off. A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn-looking young woman with honey-colored hair op ned the door. "Hello," I said. "I'm Ruth Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was." "Oh yes, Mrs. Peterson, please come in." "Wendy talked of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please accept my apologies." "Not at all-she's a delightf l child," I said, suddenly realizing that I meant it. "Where is she?" "Wendy died last week, Mrs. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you." Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. My breath caught. "She loved this beach; so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no." She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly...." Her v ice faltered. "She left something for you...if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something, anything, to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope, with MRS. P printed in bold, childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues- a yellow beach, a blue sea, a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed: A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten how to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I muttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words-one for each year of her life-that speak to me of inner harmony, courage, undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea-blue eyes and hair the color of sand-who taught me the gift of love.

Thunderbear - 06/04/98 00:04:09
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: As i often as i can
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: One can only try!!

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Clownbear -- I luv your site -- and I luv what you strive to do -- You have put a smile on my face more times than you know -- LUV!! May you continue to share your special talents.

Mark - 05/30/98 20:49:33
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Yes,Often
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Certainly
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: not yet,but I will

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It is a real blessing to have you as a friend C.B. you are the best !!!! Hugs Galore Mark p.s. Excellent job on the page !!!

enog (Gene) - 05/30/98 20:06:19
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: I do, but I will from now on try even harder to be kind
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: I do and will make an effort to do so more
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: yes, I went to a kids baseball game and rooted for the opposing team because they were trying so hard and were lossing 20 to 3

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Your web site is wonderful very inspirational and it really made me feel better. Keep up the good work and spreading kindness and goodwil. Love you HUGS

Karl Dan the ABBAv�n - 05/30/98 03:31:20
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: yes, all the time
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: yes
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: well I kissed a dog

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You are a good friend to me and to my friends. I love you very much. You have cheered me up many times when I was depressed or angry. I get an email and start to smile. God will continue to bless you, my friend

lil bear - 05/12/98 17:02:55
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: yes
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: yes
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: yes

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love the page hugs and koc to you

tedebear - 05/07/98 02:10:42
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: I try to
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: yup
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: yup :-)

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cLoWnbEaR, I think you're the BEST!! This is a wonderful idea. I hope you like your picture I drew of you(hehehe). ((HUGS)) Love, tedebear

troy - 05/06/98 06:18:15
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: I always do!!
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: yes.
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: oh let me think...yes

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My dearest clownbear: I love you! And thanks for being there for me when I most needed you. Your my friend, my inspiration, and my strength...I love you very much..great job on your webpage. (((((( hug )))))

Lupe - 05/06/98 05:53:41
My URL:http://home.pacbell.net/lgsoto/lupes.htm
My Email:[email protected]
Do you practice random acts of kindness?: Of course!
Do you encourage others to be more kind?: Always hon...
Have you committed an act of kindness today?: hehehe I think so!

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I love this!! What a great idea! (Now that it works!) hehehe... the best of luck to you, my friend... Lupe!

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