I am the School Psychologist at Perryville Elementary School. DAILY, I see students who have the most kind hearts and strive to do wonderful things for their classmates, teachers, family, and community! :)
Feb 14, by Ms. Marlowe, Kentucky, US
A girl in my class helped me clean up some candy that I spilt on the floor
Feb 14, by Clare, North Carolina, US
Held open doors, told someone I loved them, ran errands for teachers, and made sure my friend was feeling okay.
Feb 14, Kentucky, US
From the newsletter
In honor of National Random Acts of Kindness Day—today—this newsletter comes to you a day earlier than usual. As of this writing, the Kindness Map has 299 hearts from all over the world. What better day to push that number over 300! Let's see how far we can go together. Will you help? What kindness have you seen or experienced lately? Help magnify kindness in the world. Share your story at kindness-map.com today.
And please share this invitation with friends and family. The world can't have too much kindness.
#KeepSeeingKindness #RAKDay #RandomActsOfKindnessDay #KindnessStartsWithOne
This week’s guest letter is brought to you by Karen Ronning-Hall of Beaverton, Oregon. This is Karen's second letter.
I was waiting in the hospital lobby while my husband was getting some gawd-awful shot in his hip to make his giddyup work better. Rather than watch this uncomfortable procedure, I chose to hang out with the crowd in the lobby. I noticed a beautiful older woman sitting next to me, wearing a color-coordinated pantsuit that matched her lavender walker. When I commented on her walker and her sharp eye for color and fashion sense, we got a conversation going.
Her name was Annie. She was 92. She was sitting next to her daughter, Claudia, who was reading a mystery novel that was too good to put down. Every once in a while, Claudia looked up, smiled, and nodded her head as if interested in our conversation.
Annie told me about what it's like to be 92 years old with a hip problem. It slowed her down, but not too much, she said. She was concerned that my young husband in his 70s was way too young to have a hip problem. But there's always a bright side, she said. The nurses are gentle and nice, and she made her hospital and clinic visits into social events. She saw her children more often, which she counted as another benefit. Her daughter, Claudia, nodded without looking up.
As she chatted away, I listened. I looked into her sparkling blue eyes topped with lavender eye shadow. She was stunningly beautiful, alive and full of energy. She inspired me to be vibrant no matter what age.
A nurse interrupted our conversation. Annie was ready to go. She looked at me, smiled, and touched my hand as Claudia helped her out of her chair.
"It was nice talking with you," Annie said. Then she scooted off with her stylish walker.
"Thank you for listening to my mom," Claudia said. "It means a lot."
It had been my pleasure. Listening is a gift for both the speaker and the listener.