#kindness

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  • grim_lyssa 12h

    Thankful

    Let me start by saying Thank You to our Lord for all the blessings he throws our way.
    I look outside, the sun greets me with it warm and golden rays.
    A little bird by my front door is chirping just for me.
    Thank you Lord, my Father God for these blessings I do see.
    In the distance I see my children, fighting once again.
    Still I can't help but to smile for I know soon they'll be laughing again.
    Thank you Lord for blessing me once again.
    I only wish I could bless you for all of these wonderful things.
    I do my best, I'll spread your love and kindness to all;
    As I do this, I find myself always enjoying the wonder of blessings you share.
    A blessing as small as a plant growing in darkness is enough to bring me tears.
    The joy I feel from you Lord, is a love no-one can compare.
    Today, on Thanksgiving I do thank you, my Lord, the King in the Air
    ©grim_lyssa

  • writeoflife 1w

    Truth is Love in a universe of deceit.
    Truth of Love is presented on The Cross.
    The Love of Truth becomes Reality,
    & Honest Love becomes Truth.
    However, Love cannot be received unless
    True & Honesty cannot be given without Love.
    The two Compliment, & according to my understanding God is True Love required inside The Hopes of a broken person in order to heal or progress in recovery.
    Through seeking one sees that all of science, morality, philosophy, & The universe itself Honestly point to the one from Galilee, because Truth Faithfully came to set us Free with The Belief of Eternity on The basis of Love.
    Jesus Christ is The Son of The Living God,
    The Lord & Savior who saves us from ourselves.
    Take Care Friends,
    Remember, The Truth is Jesus Loves You
    & Love Will Always Lead You In Truth.
    Have A Nice Week, & Please Remember to utilize Honesty in order to build relationships with the people by your side. It feels better, lasts longer & can never be broken when done properly - This Builds Loyalty.. Have a Nice Week! & Take Care.
    ©writeoflife

  • nandanmulimani 1w

    I was there when you need a friend, a brother but you were blind to choose.

    ©nandanmulimani

  • nandanmulimani 1w

    Believe in humanity it still exists beneath your heart.

    ©nandanmulimani

  • kingrozario2207 2w

    They gave him what he wanted even when he didn't asked for it. How kind he must be I wonder. \n\n\n\u00A9kingrozario2207

  • sansari_sadhu 2w

    सुने हे बहुत से किस्से तेरी नवाज़ीशो के.

    मुझे बस खुद पे थोड़ा यक़ीन दिलादे.



    ©sansari_sadhu

  • bookdragon 2w

    This is my tribute to all parents.

    I don't think they fully understand how much they are really worth to us.
    And I think it's time we make it known!
    So I say, call them,
    Call them today!
    Tell them how much they really mean.
    Tell them about your day, your week, your life
    Involve them.
    Today we are so busy, we almost forget about them
    Make it a habbit,
    Talk to them on a certain basis
    Whether it be weekly, every 3 days, whichever!
    Just make them apart of your life.
    And tell them how much they are appreciated
    How much they respected
    How much they are loved.
    And make sure they know it! ;)

    #parents #tribute #love #respect #kindness #appreciation #giveback #mirakee #BookDragon

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    Parents

    Why are they so mistreated?
    Why are they so underappreciated?
    Why do we have such a big disregard for them?
    Why do we have so little respect for them?
    After all they have done,
    Why don't we just give back?

    They were the ones that brought us here,
    Who showed us how to conquer fear.
    They helped us learn right from wrong,
    And helped us on the paths we walked on.
    They were the ones who showed us the way,
    That provided us with an education,
    With food and a place to stay.

    ©bookdragon

  • kp_singh 2w

    I thought him to be a poor man until he offered last bites of his food to a stray dog!

    #bite #kindness #kpsquotes #kpspoetry #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #writersofindia

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    Kindness

    I thought him to be a poor man until he offered last bites of his food to a stray dog!
    ©kp_singh

  • unafraid 2w

    You can't be unkind and get away with it. Karma is everybody's backstabbing bestfriend.

    ©unafraid

  • theweavers 2w

    The Pedestrian Part Two

    “He seems to be a fine old gentleman,” said the wife

    “Yes, almost of my age I guess,” replied the old man.

    “Sorry, I acted in a childish way at the door, I hope he didn’t hear anything.”

    “It’s alright, no matter who he is, we are supposed to help him, maybe he is a good man.”

    “I hope so,” said the wife.

    The old man’s wife washed her hands and was making coffee when the driver woke up.

    “Thank you…” said the driver coughing.

    “It was our duty, anyways how are you feeling?” said the old man.

    “My head is paining but I am fine,” told the driver.

    “I will give you some medicine,” said the wife.

    “Yes, you should take some,” said the old man.

    “He should rest now,” said the wife after giving the driver some medicine.

    The old man nodded and they took the driver to their bedroom. Laying him on the bed, the old man sat down on the bedroom chair as his wife went back to the kitchen.

    “You are good people, too good for this dark soul that clouds me. I was better dead,” said the driver.

    “Mind what you say, even the darkest souls can be lightened and there is no better in death, it is the coward’s way,” replied the old man.

    “What did I better in the sixty years of my life? Nothing, I guess. Tell me what do you see in my hands?” The driver showed his weathered hands to the old man and continued. “Indeed, nothing but weakness, when I was a small boy, my parents sent me to a boarding school, after a year they were murdered and I was unable to pay the dues. Hence, the school sent me to an orphanage. I was only 8 then. The next two years went by quickly but then one day a man, around thirty, came with his wife. They took me in as a foster child. In the beginning everything was great, they loved me to the fullest but after a year they had their own baby; a boy. We were all very happy until I started to feel distanced. My foster mother started to treat me as a servant and bullied me, until one-day, while being bullied I injured her arm with a knife. Her anger was horrifying and she was yelling at me while beating me with a cane. I ran out of the house and the last thing I heard was, “Never come back you animal!!! I never had the—

    “Coffee…” interrupted the wife and served coffee to the driver and the old man.

    “Thank you for your kindness, you have an amazing wife, Frank,” said the driver.

    “And beautiful,” the old man looked at his wife smiling.

    “Don’t gossip all night, okay? He needs rest,” said the wife as she left the room.

    And the driver continued, “Amazing woman. Anyways, where was I? Ah! Yes, I never had the courage to go back, I spent the night outside in a garbage can and the next day I was wandering in the streets when I found a boy, his name was Patrick. After knowing what had happened he told me that he knew a place where I could stay and took me there. It was an old house and I found 3 boys and an older guy there, around 25 I guess. Living there with them I learned that the boys were homeless too like me and this guy had given them a place to live and taught them how to become pickpockets, they told me how interesting it was to steal and so my unlawful life began. From a small pickpocket slowly I became a thief and a killer. I fell in love with a lady when I was 25, I still remember her eyes.” The driver’s eyes were full of tears and he was whispering. Wiping his tears with the palm of his hand he continued, “I was never satisfied with how I explained her beauty though she always said I overly exaggerated her beauty, but you don’t know, when you love a person how undefinable they become. I knew how heartbreaking it would be for her, once she found out what I was, hence, I stopped walking on the unlawful path, but my people, with whom I had lived for 14 years were unhappy, and so my love, whom I loved sincerely with all my heart was murdered too. See how my past abandoned my future!” and the driver cried for a moment and then continued. “The killing began again afterwards, I wish they killed me along with my wife, but they knew it was better to leave me suffering than to kill me. I have killed people with these hands, these hands are as dark as weak they look, I have killed my own love, life has made me cruel and uncaring over the years and here I am in your house, shot in my left shoulder and slowly dying. I fear that if I live more, life will make my soul even darker than it is now.”

    “Your story is as true as it is soulful…life is all you talked about…and life molds a man into nothing or something, but it is the man who chooses to accept what he is molded into. You were molded into something, something evil, indeed, but did you accept it? Did it make you happy? I can see it in your eyes, and through your eyes I see your heart, it yearns to do good, to help a man, to grow a plant, to happy the unhappy, to drive out the darkness in your soul, and in that madness you are now of the will to drive your soul out of the molding. Life molded me into nothing, and I have been nothing my whole life, I accepted the situations that chanced upon me because my heart did not yearn to change them, it is as dark as your soul, devoid of light. And remember, a heart devoid of light cannot enlighten a soul but a heart with even a small speck of light can.”

    “Hmm…if your heart is devoid of any light, then how are you able to enlighten me? And if you are able to enlighten me then how can you not enlighten your own self?”

    “Love, my friend, love; my heart is devoid of light but the light of my love’s heart has always been there trying to evoke my soul, my sluggish attitude towards life has led me to darkness. She has always been unaccepting to what we faced, always trying to better our lives or at least tensed about it, and it is because of her I have been thinking about “change” even today until I met you. You are good at heart, you can still make a positive change in yourself, just keep living and don’t give up on life. Today when you sleep, be remorseful of what wrong you did in life and vow to do good deeds as the new day rises.”

    The driver was quite for a few moments as if he was thinking of “change” in life. While the old man was looking down, he stared at him thinking and then said, “Thank you for your kindness. I will never be able to repay you.”

    “It’s the least I could do for you,” the old man got up. “It’s late, I should leave now and…call me if you need anything…I am leaving the door open, Goodnight.”

    “Goodnight,” replied the driver.

    While the old man went to sleep, the driver sat thinking of what the old man had said. After a few moments he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote this:


    “The bag is yours, it’s the least I could do for you, or it is the least good I can do at the moment.”

    It was 8 O’clock in the morning, the old man woke up and went to his bedroom. Entering the room, he was surprised to see no sign of the driver, he was long gone. All he could find was the note that the driver had left on the side table.

  • theweavers 2w

    The Pedestrian (Part One)

    “You think I don’t?! Really? Are you leaving again?!” His wife was crying at him as he rushed out of the house closing the door. Moving to the middle of the street he took a deep breath pushing his hands into the pockets of his long coat. The cold winter breeze ruffled his long greyish-brown hair as he gazed at the moonlit sky with his pale blue eyes. Looking towards his right with raised eyebrows he scratched his short beard and started walking slowly, tightening the muffler knot around his wrinkly neck. It was almost midnight, the street was quite as a grave and the sound of his footsteps echoed down the street. Now and then a dog barked or an owl hooted but the man was uncaring; he was too absorbed in himself.
    After walking for a few moments the old man started to whisper to himself, “Never do I say the merry goodbye leaving home and I then ask for a blessing so joyous, oh God! Forgive me but I am in a deception, I hope to see a better tomorrow but then I am left with nothing and I hope again and again, but what can a poor man do to bring a change in his life? Something…something could raise me up and show me a way that led to a change, something positive in my life. Living three scores of my life in an ordinary way was tough, but I do remember the few exceptional moments especially when I met my wife. She is an amazing woman, even when things are tough for us, she cares for me, she loses her nerve now and then but it’s not her fault. Ah! I guess she is just depressed; she will be fine, I know. I wish I was good enough to give us a life, a good one, a happy one, indeed. Employers say I should retire, productivity matters to them, they don’t care about my age, maybe if we had adopted a child, today he would shoulder us, but it’s fate; I can’t change it.” His eyes glistened with tears, “I wish I could change my fate, I wish I had a chance to make our life better!”

    The old man stopped under a street light to catch his breath. A small stick at his feet caught his eye, bending down slowly he picked it up and looked at it for a moment. Then closing his eyes, he swung it in the air like a magician and smiled, as if the magic had worked but opening his eyes he sighed, “Ah! I wish something would change, I wish I saw all that I have yearned to see in life, but I ask my fate to make magic for there is no better magician than it, it can twist your life in a moment. All I can do is hope, a hope that when I turn over to the next page of my life, I will see betterment, if not worldly then eternal, that’s enough magic for me.”

    Then suddenly the old man heard a screeching sound and he ran over to the side of the street. The car skidded, its headlights flashed and eventually, it smashed into a street light with a deafening sound that echoed down the street for a while.

    The old man’s hands were shaking, his eyes were closed and he had taken hold of the street wall. As his vision became clear, he could see a car, almost 20 feet away from where he stood, its headlights were flickering and smoke was rising from its misshapen bonnet, there was blood on the broken windshield. The old man gazing at the car in shock, walked towards the driver’s window. There was an unconscious old man in black suit whose forehead was resting on the steering wheel. Breath vapors were coming out of his mouth, and his shoulder was bleeding. The old man opened the door and quickly dragged the driver a few steps away from the car, then he undid his muffler knot and bandaged the driver’s wounded shoulder as best as he could and shouldering him he started to walk towards his house.

    “Stop…” the old man heard a murmuring voice. It was the driver. “You shouldn’t help me, leave me here and…and go home,” the driver removed his hands from the old man’s shoulders and tried to move away but the old man was holding him tightly.
    “Madness isn’t the solution to anything, you will die out here if you resist my help,” said the old man barely holding his breath.

    “I am better dead, leave…leave me!” The driver pulled himself away and fell on his wounded shoulder.

    “Don’t force death! You hear me? Stop being foolish!” Bending over the driver, the old man shook him. “You have got to live through life like a man, not die like a coward!”

    The driver was quiet for a moment, and then he said, “There is a bag on the back seat of my car.”
    The old man brought the bag from the car and shouldering the driver he started to walk again, he was unable to hold his breath but he struggled until they reached the old man’s house.

    At the door, the old man thought, what am I to tell her, ah! Let’s just go inside, and knocked at the door. He could hear the footsteps of his wife, the door opened, there was an old lady, she had grey eyes and wrinkly face but she looked beautiful. She wore a purple frock and a white apron, her hair was nicely combed and pinioned behind her head.

    You are back; I knew you would—Frank?! What happened? Who is this wounded man?” said his wife in shock.

    “I don’t know, he crashed his car into a street light.”

    “You must have called an ambulance.”

    “I don’t know, stop arguing with me, he is wounded badly.”

    “Take him to the kitchen, I will bring the medical kit,” said his wife as she headed to the storeroom.

    The old man took the driver to the kitchen and helped him lay on the table removing his shirt.
    “There is a bullet in my shoulder,” winced the driver.

    “You will be fine, don’t worry,” patted the old man.

    The wife came back carrying the medical kit and took out the bandage and forceps.

    “Just hold him tightly, it’s going to hurt…” said the wife as she was about to take out the bullet.
    The driver screamed, his body shivered.

    “I got it,” said the wife as she took the bullet out.
    The driver had fallen unconscious.

    “Check his pulse!” said the old man.

    “Don’t worry, he will be awake in a few minutes,” said the wife as she bandaged the drivers shoulder and forehead.

    “Let’s wait for him to wake up then,” said the old man sitting on the kitchen chair.

  • lars_mer 2w

    "Throw rocks of kindness into the vast seas... for its ripples will turn into waves of love that will arrive on many shores"

    © 2017 ... Lars Mer

  • vanshika_jswal 3w

    A thought of getting
    detached from my mother is like
    farewell to my innocence....

    ©vanshika_jswal

  • adi1ti 3w

    Your deeds are your assets.
    .
    Good or bad is all upto you to decide.
    .
    But make your deeds such that you gain your own respect.
    .
    Because if any person who matters at the end is YOU.
    .
    Kindness and compassion are two such deeds which are contagious and definitely return in manifolds.
    .
    .
    #kindness #bekind #compassion #becompassionate #spreadlove #quoteoftheday #quote #quotesaboutlife #writing #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writer #wordsofwisdom #wisewords #wordporn #wordgasm #words #quotestoliveby #lifequotes #wordstoliveby #actofkindness #amwriting #spilledink #positivevibes #positivequotes #blessings #fslc #humanity #quoteoftheday #writersnetwork

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    Kindness
    is
    contagious.
    Let
    it
    spread

    ©adi1ti

  • d_am__ 3w

    #selfish
    #kindness can't fade easily

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    I'll be selfish enough to make you long for the old.

    ©d_am__

  • iwrite99 3w

    Beauty, be it any type any kind remains incomplete without stroke of KINDNESS.
    ©iwrite99

  • s_k___ 3w

    Dont take my KINDNESS
    as my WEAKNESS.

    ©sk

  • kp_singh 3w

    Worship

    I worshipped you during day,
    I worshipped you in the night.
    I worshipped you when I was wrong,
    I worshipped you when I was right.
    I worshipped you when my life was dark,
    I worshipped you when it was all bright.
    But no matter how much I worshipped you,
    You were always out of sight.
    Then one day I made just a little act of kindness,
    And you came and hugged me tight!��☺��
    ©kp_singh

  • zaan74 4w

    Maybe all they need today,
    Is a simple question,
    "Are you okay?"

    Farah Naaz

  • mr_stellar 6w

    The Animal

    Sapiens are unrealized animals.
    Other beings are already there.

    This Sphere hosted Dinosaurs and Dragons.
    Man eating plants are also prying for their prey.

    All five elements can destroy more than they create.
    Wars and Cannibals are still amongst us.

    Human destructs forests.
    In return, they can also annihilate us.

    Its not human vs universe or human vs animals or human vs fellow human.
    Its animals versus animals.

    Gore caused by us can still give a high.
    But no daring braveness is in fighting and killing.

    Preying and hunting can be imaginative.
    But no imaginable painting can be drawn for pain.

    That pain comes in many forms; physical, mental and sometimes as rental from other beings.

    The real Bravado is in taming the Animal.
    The real dare is in doing rebellion for only what is right.

    Love, kindness and herbivores also still exist among us.
    And they are more dangerous than the Carnivores.
    Because they don't come to wars for food or pleasure.

    © Stellar Ram 2017