Good Deeds Never Go Out of Style!

How Far that Little Candle Throws His Beams So Shines a Good Deed in a Weary World Williams ShakespeareI am sooo very grateful for the good deeds of others – both from those I call friends and from those I call strangers. My life has been abundantly blessed by their care, concern, and service! My post must be short today as my IP service is being less than reliable!

I hope that your life has been blessed by good deeds! I also hope that you will pay those kindnesses forward! We all are blessed by the goodness in this world!

I hope you enjoy today’s story!:

Friday morning, after I dropped my son off at school, I had a phone meeting with one of my favorite colleagues, mental health advocate Gina Nikkel of the Foundation for Excellence in Mental Health Care. Suddenly, there was a loud crash; I abruptly ended the call. A car had rear-ended me.

I was okay, and the other driver, she was fine, too — physically at least. My car was only slightly affected, but the woman’s car was in bad shape. Her hood was completely damaged and bright, yellow-green fluid had started to pour out from underneath the car. I asked for her insurance information, but the woman said she didn’t have any; when I asked for her driver’s license, it turns out that she didn’t have a valid license either.

The appropriate thing to do was to call the insurance company and, maybe, the police, but I couldn’t.

The truth is that this easily could have been me in her spot. This week, I’ve worked 14-hour days, fallen asleep on the couch in my clothes, and have had bouts of insomnia as I prepare for four events on the East and West Coasts. I have been tired and stressed and functioning on less than a full cylinder. I have also been very openhearted and hopeful these past few days, as I’ve been working with the Fountain House, an inspiring mental health organization who we are collaborating with this weekend for Good Deeds Day. I was tired, but more importantly I was also inspired as we worked towards our shared mission of filling Herald Square with post it notes with messages of #flawlesslove to the world on social media and specifically to the members of Fountain House.

I remember another time in my life like this. It was a few years ago on a day that happened to be a spiritual double header — Good Friday and the first night of Passover. I was confronted by a man, who was not in touch with reality, in a dark corner of a gas station. Another person might have been scared, but because of how I frail I was feeling in that moment, my guard was down and I saw the perfection in that man: Our humanity connected us, and I’ll never forget the tender exchange that followed when he broke down and cried with tears of gratitude when I gave him the money he had requested.

Today was the same. Immediately I sensed that this woman was struggling, and with just a few questions, I found out that she was a retired veteran, that her husband had just left her, and that her license had been suspended because she didn’t have the money to pay for the tickets. She’d been driving to a doctor’s appointment at the VA hospital when she had crashed into my car.

All of the logistical questions — like what to do about the damage to my car, what to do about her lack of insurance and her suspended license — melted away in the rush hour traffic as we just stood together in a moment of pure connection on the side of the highway. I told her that I run a mental health organization and, after I gave her my card, I put my hand on her shoulder as we stayed locked in a powerful glance of affection and said goodbye.

Should I have called the police? Perhaps. Did I do enough to help her? Probably not. But in those few minutes, when time stood still, by seeing the perfection and light in this woman, I made space for this one, small, good deed, acknowledging our common human frailty. After all, it turns out I know just how important it was for her to get to her appointment at the VA hospital. I pray that she made it.

I have to see the perfection in my choice which may not have been logical in this situation but in my heart felt like the right thing to do. Not holding this woman up on her way to her appointment at the VA Hospital was my good deed. As we celebrate Good Deeds Day worldwide tomorrow, what will you do to spread the #flawlesslove?

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Making a Difference in the World – We Can Be the Difference!

The Difference between what we are Doing and what we’re Capable of Doing would solve most of the world’s problems

Can you imagine how dramatically our world would change if we all recognized and believed that WE CAN BE THE DIFFERENCE!

It’s true! We can be the difference that the world needs! Change does not happen overnight but we are the only beings on earth that God has entrusted to be the change that the world needs!

Every positive choice we make makes a difference! Every mind aligned with truth becomes the catalyst! Every positive action makes the world a better place – no matter how small!

We have been born to create! Ours is the power to transform!

Just think of the difference one positive, hopeful, person with faith in God can make – then realize the synergy of hundreds, thousands and millions choosing to live a life of difference!

It you are willing to make the world a better place, think about what you can do:

  • Share a sincere compliment
  • Say thank you to everyone who provides service to you (even if they are getting paid for it)
  • Smile and say hi to everyone you meet (even strangers)
  • Give a hug to your loved ones!
  • Be courteous in all of your interactions
  • Laugh and share a blessing that is a part of your life
  • Give yourself a pat on the back for doing something right rather than berate yourself for something you didn’t do just right
  • Volunteer to give someone a ride or to sit with an invalid so their family member can run errands
  • Express your love to a family member or someone special in your life

Everything we do and everything we say makes a difference! What difference are you going to make today?!!

Today’s story touched my heart – I hope it will touch yours as well!:

Making a Difference

Here is a story of an elementary teacher that happened many years ago. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big “F” at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners … he is a joy to be around.” His second grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student, well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.” His third grade teacher wrote, “His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.”

Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class.” By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy’s. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, “Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.” After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her “teacher’s pets.”

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he’d met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson’s ear, “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.” Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, “Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.”

(Contributed by Dr. Andrew Jenkins, Central Washington University)

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You Are More Than You Know…You Have Personal Power!


You are more than you know… You have personal power! We all have the ability and are meant to make a positive difference in the world! The problem with too many of us, is that we don’t believe the great good that just one person can do and the difference that just one personal can make! Too many believe that they have no personal power when the truth is that our personal power is a innate gift from God!

I hope you will enjoy today’s story! It comes from the book Stone Soup for the World

The Power of an Idea  by Jeb Bush and Brian Yablonski

One Sunday morning in the spring of 1993, eleven-year-old David Levitt read “The Power of an Idea” in Parade magazine. The story was about Stan Curtis, a Kentucky man who had founded a network of volunteers to transport donated food to hungry people. The program was called Harvest USA, with over eighty chapters across the nation. David was so intrigued, particularly by their motto “Feeding The Hungry Without Money,” that he paid a visit to another food organization, the local Tampa Bay Harvest.

The president gave him all kinds of information about Stan Curtis’ food donor program called “Operation Food for Thought” in Louisville, where donated leftovers from school cafeterias goes to the hungry. Why couldn’t he create a similar program in his school so that leftover food could feed the homeless in local soup kitchens?

The sixth-grader first approached his school principal with his idea, but was told that there were probably government regulations that would prevent a program like this from getting off the ground. Even his new friends at Tampa Bay Harvest told him that several people had made similar proposals to the Pinellas County School Board only to be defeated. Nevertheless, David was not discouraged.

Over the next few weeks, David collected facts, figures, and success stories from Tampa Bay Harvest and Operation Food for Thought. He researched Florida’s laws regarding food donations. He wrote a proposal, made eight copies of it, and personally delivered it to the superintendent and all seven members of the Pinellas County School Board.

While at the school board office, David asked to see the meeting room. Photographs of the board members were hanging on the walls, and as he looked at them he wondered how an eleven-year-old would be able to sway these powerful people when so many before him had failed. What if he called each of them individually to share his idea? He got the phone numbers of each of the board members, personally called each one, and asked their response to his idea. No one had ever taken the time to do this before and the school board members were really impressed with David’s determination.

David’s twelfth birthday was a big one. He found himself standing before the Pinellas County School Board in the very room he had been awed by only weeks before. His persistence and hard work had paid off. The school board unanimously approved his plan! David smiled in victory. “It just took a kid to help them see that this matters,” he said.

Five months went by, however, and the program had still not been implemented. David was getting impatient. Food was being wasted and people were going hungry. David called the president of Tampa Bay Harvest to see what needed to be done. It turned out that they needed airtight containers to ship the food, and since the school system’s budget had no money to purchase them, Tampa Bay Harvest was responsible for buying the containers. But they didn’t even have a bank account, let alone the money.

David set out on a quest for the containers. A visit to his local supermarket got him the addresses of companies that made containers. He then sent letters to every company he could find. Publix Super Market, Inc. was the first to help. They sent him a one-hundred dollar gift certificate to buy containers. He was making progress, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Next, David received a letter from an executive at First Brands Company, maker of Glad Lock bags. They were so impressed with David’s project that they sent him eight cases of storage bags and later committed to providing an ongoing supply. David was delighted.

Now the program was finally ready to begin. It had taken just about a year from the time David had gotten approval from the school board for the first school lunch to find its way to the hungry. At first, ten schools donated their leftover lunches to soup kitchens and local shelters. Today one hundred and five school in Pinellas County send their leftover lunches to the volunteer transportation network – over 234,000 pounds of food in two years!

Now, fifteen-year-old David wonders, “Can you imagine how much food there would be for the homeless if every food server throughout the U.S. participated in food donation programs?” Now he’s lobbying the Florida legislature to get his program to go statewide. When David tells others about his experience, he says, “Kids can make a difference, and adults will take the time to listen to kids.”

David’s always looking for creative ways to get more food to the homeless. At his bar mitzvah, he asked guests to bring canned foods for Tampa Bay Harvest and, as a result, collected over five hundred pounds of food. “The most important thing I’ve learned is how good it makes you feel when you do something to help others,” David said in his bar mitzvah speech. “Working with the Harvest program has made me a better person.” He adds, “I want to champion causes like this as long as I live.”


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Creating a Meaningful Life…

the-meaning-of-life-revisedadobestock_71988761The best days of our lives are the ones in which we get to be the givers! Life is such a profound gift in and of itself. I like to believe that when I give of myself in some way to help another that I am a partner with God in His work here upon the earth. I seem to be in a place right now where I am continually learning about my personal influence and how rarely I know what that influence really is. Life is so often made of those commonplace moments that I think it is often hard to know when something we have done had profoundly affected another. It has made me take a step back in my moments of reflection and to try to become more in tune with the mindset that everything I do has an influence in the world around me. That is how our energy works. We choose the type of influence we will be but our gift becomes the most powerful when we give something of our self to others.

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