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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The Flip-flops Flew


They were walking hand in hand down the street. It was a rather cold day and you could tell that they did not have a good financial situation. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt, cotton dress up pants and she was wearing a short sleeve dress; on their feet blue flip-flops and pink flip-flops. They might have felt the cold weather hit their bare body parts but on their faces broad smiles; happy souls hand in hand.

Flip-flop they went it seemed as if we were on the same pace which meant that traffic was pretty heavy. Suddenly the light turned red and my car came to a halt. In front of my car they continued on their way crossing the street.

All of a sudden there was a loud screeching sound, a thump and the two pairs of flip-flops flew across my window shield. A feeling from my gut crept up to my throat and I let out a loud scream. They had been hit, as they were happily crossing, by a car whose driver had not seen that the light had turned red. Their bodies flew to one side while their flip-flops flew in the opposite direction.

As a witness, I got out of my car to see what I could do to help. Everyone was on their  cell phones trying to call for help. I picked up their flip-flops and laid them near their bodies. I could not bear to look at them and perhaps this scene while stay in my mind for a long time. However, I would rather remember them as I had seen them happily walking hand in hand on a cold and busy day.



Written: June 20, 2016 Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion

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Thursday, June 9, 2016

Kindness Generates Kindness


The title of this short thought may be a cliché, however, it can probably be proven scientifically. Since I am not a scientist, I won´t be able to affirm this. However, from personal experience, and which I make my life my personal laboratory, I can cite a few examples.
Once I had to confirm a flight back to Brazil and when I mentioned this to the person on the other side of the line, she mentioned that she would be spending her next vacation in Brazil and wondered if I could give her a few tips. I happily told her about some good places to go to and some areas to avoid. She was so grateful that I had given her a piece of my time, that when she saw where I was seated on the plane, she booked me in a better seat. You see, I had not asked for it. I guess it was her way of thinking me for my act of kindness.
One day at the supermarket there was a woman who had let a bunch of tomatoes fall from the stall because she chose the one at the very bottom. They are the best ones she told me as I helped her gather the scattered tomatoes. I really do not understand why they stack the tomatoes. Of course if you take the one at the bottom, the ones on top will tumble to the ground. Nonetheless, while I was helping her, the other people were just staring instead of helping. Deep down inside she was embarrassed but grateful that someone helped her out. After the tomatoes were placed back in their stall, she came up to me and hugged me to thank me for helping her out. She also mentioned that she had a bad back and it would have taken her a bit longer to gather all the scattered tomatoes. It made me feel good and I got a warm hug for my act of kindness.
Another situation was once when I was going to a meeting at night in a dangerous neighborhood here in São Paulo. As I was locking my car, I noticed two men walking in my direction. Since I had just flown back from a month in Canada, when they approached me I greeted them with a wide smile and said good evening. I guess I caught them off guard because they returned shy smiles and soft spoken good evenings. I left the car and headed to my meeting. During the meeting I discovered that two men had been stealing cars in the neighborhood. The description fit those two men whom I had greeted earlier. At the end of the meeting, some of people from the meeting decided that it would be safer to walk people to their cars. When we reached mine, to everyone´s surprise I had forgotten to lock it. Nonetheless, there it was: untouched. Was it an act of kindness on behalf of the men?  I like to think it was.
There is a video that I saw the other day, which you probably have seen also of a young man who buys a birthday cake for a poor little boy. Years go by and the young man is older and in a wheelchair. His grandchildren bring him a birthday cake and he says they shouldn´t have because they couldn´t afford it, but the kids tell him that a nice man paid for it and handed a note that read: be kind unto others.  It is certainly a tear jerker. But that is the bottom line. Be kind.
            An act of kindness can change a life; can heal a wound; can lighten a situation; can bring a happy moment. I do believe that kindness generates kindness.
            Do you have any stories to share of acts of kindness? Share it in the comments below.




Written June 9, 2016 Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion


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