I was caught up in the nature of enduring. Things were going along the same old way. Nothing seemed to be different from one day to the next day. I tried to create each day spiritually before the day happened. We are making progress each day, but nothing was changing. Same ol, same ol...
Then I decided to not let the day be the same. I decided to be kind, go the extra mile and help someone. I was more cheery at work and gave a few compliments to fellow workers. It was fun. They were appreciative and showed it. I felt good about it. I was extra nice to another fellow worker and he criticized my Utah Utes. Don't know if I will be nice to him, for he was rude to me, but it was all in jest.
Then when I came home, we ate dinner. Tessa went away and left a messy kitchen. I felt to serve her, for she made dinner and always does. She is always serving us, so I thought I would do just a little service and clean her kitchen. After I was done, I felt great about helping her out. Then I remembered that poem that I memorized long ago and love.
I have wept in the night, for the shortness of sight,
That to someone's need I was blind.
But I never as yet, felt a tinge of regret,
For being a little too kind.
I realized once again about the healing nature of kindness or of service. No matter what, no matter the trials or burdens, no matter the hum drum of the day, it can all be made better with a little bit of forgetting one self and giving of one self to others. Service can heal and improve any day, especially when we do not watch for the smiles, the thanks, and the response of the one served. Can anyone be too kind?
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