Random Acts of Kindness and Other Positive Occurances

In my everyday life, I love it when I hear or see people acting with kindness. I know that sounds preachy and self righteous, and I’m sorry. But, too often I am shaking my head in disbelief when I see people being rude and nasty. I’ve found that it takes as much energy to say or do something nice as it does to say or do something nasty (actually being nasty probably is more exhausting). With that in mind, I’d like to open up a forum for anyone and everyone to share moments or events that you’ve witnessed or taken part in. Please share acts of kindness or other positive occurances. Whether it’s seeing a young child hold a door open for an elderly person, or that you’ve recently delivered food to a family that is suffering from the illness of a family member (my own recent occurance). If you feel like you’re bragging–THAT’S OK. We all want to hear your event, it’s an inspiration to the rest of us. Think of this as Tikkun Olum–repairing the world.

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  1. Josh M Said,

    April 19, 2007 @ 11:59 am

    Only in Jerusalem.

    So around eleven o’clock this evening, in the middle of a sandstorm, I realized that it was time to go to shul for evening prayers. Making my way into the wind and sand, I heard a pleading cry from across a major avenue in my neighborhood. Through the weather, a woman is standing next to a taxi, holding onto her head covering with one hand and trying to signal me with the other. Walking over, I notice that the woman is black. Not only that. She’s a nun who’s crying and frightened.

    “Do you know where the San Simion Monastery is? The driver doesn’t understand English and I have no idea how to get home.”

    “Sure I know where it is. Turn around, make two lefts, and go up the hill…” But as I give the taxi driver instructions on how to get there, he looks as though I’m telling him how to get to the moon.
    Well, prayers can wait especially when there’s a minyan in our shul every fifteen minutes. Hopping into the cab, I tell the taxi driver to make a U-turn at the next light. He backs up two blocks (this is Israel after all where traffic laws are treated as advisories only) and we drive off into the Jerusalem Hills.

    Within five minutes we’re there. The nun calms down as soon as we’re in familiar territory. I realize the irony that in this small car sit a Jew, a Catholic, and a Muslim. As incongruous as life can be in Jerusalem, this situation was over the top. The irony was not lost as we all laughed when I pointed out that on a sand-storm swept night in Jerusalem the peace between three peoples was finally won. And it all took place in a taxi cab.

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