When my son Douglas died, I was devastated.
I searched all over for things to do to comfort myself.
I adopted a rescue dog from the shelter, named him Mac and poured all the love I had for Douglas into that furry baby of mine.
I also donated all my milk to the Mother’s Milk Bank.
I can’t tell you how heartening it was to get Christmas cards from all the families who received my donations.
And I made up little business cards to pass out with random acts of kindness.
Once, I bought breakfast for the couple next to me in the diner and gave them the card that read “This random act of kindness done in loving memory of Douglas.”
I’ve been thinking a lot about random acts of kindness.
Mostly because Burning Man is flush with these kinds of gestures.
Someone following you on their bike for two city blocks to return an item you accidentally dropped on the playa.
Shared chapstick on a hot, dusty day (pre-covid, of course).
And someone stopping what they were doing to help you fix your broken bike.
Little miracles, is what I think of them.
Random acts of kindness and caring.
If you ask me, the world could use a little more care and a little less apathy.
Which is why I’m so excited that my work has launched a site to record random acts of kindness.
I’m reminded of those little business cards I passed out and am thinking I may resurrect them and log a few of my own random acts of kindness.