Show A Little Kindness Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Goodbye, Casey. Take care." As Casey left my room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment. Helping others, even in the smallest of ways, brought a sense of purpose to my life. And as I settled back into my chair, the events of the day replayed in my mind, reminding me of the power of kindness and the impact it could have on the lives of those around us.

“Daniel, you don’t have to keep doing this.” “I know,” he said simply. “But I want to.” That was one of the things I liked about him. He never made a big show of his kindness. He just did things quietly, naturally, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. After that day, the little surprises continued. Sometimes I’d find a snack in my bag after class, with a tiny note saying something like, “Don’t forget to smile today,” or “You’ll do great in your quiz.” Other times, he’d lend me his jacket when the lecture hall was too cold, or save me a seat in class when I was running late.

He glanced down, annoyed, then froze. The screen showed a picture of Claire, her face horribly disfigured with fresh bruises and streaks of blood. The text message below it flashed ominously "Don't mess with Emily, else…”

You are so uniquely made. Stay humble. Stay kind. In a world full of news that is almost too much to bear sometimes, know that you’ve been given gifts to share with the world. Your gifts are meant to share, yes, but also know that those gifts can be taken away easily. Be humble if people praise your gifts. Stay kind no matter what. Being able to do these things, themselves, are gifts. Remember, you never know when someone needs your smile or your words or your kind act of service or your hug.

Six months later, Thalia and I were no longer in a long-distance relationship. I went on one knee and proposed to her. She said yes. From now on, there would only be one main theme in my life. Happiness.

she said. "Thank you so much." Aric and Kaida smiled at her, touched by her gratitude. They knew that even small acts of kindness could make a difference in someone's life. As they made their way back to the palace, Aric and Kaida felt a sense of contentment wash over them. They knew that their work was important, but they also knew that it was the small moments, the acts of kindness and compassion, that made it all worthwhile.

Kindness. Genuine kindness is so rare that I don't know how to react to it. So, I just blink at him for a second, not sure what to do with it, as a part of me waits for him to twist it around or use it to hurt me. I'm far too used to someone saying something nice, being friendly as a way to soften me up first.

"Please, miss… My mom's still in there. I'm a little man; I have to protect her. Just give us one, please…" "Iris, give it to him." I hadn't even spoken yet when my best friend, Eliza Pearl, already had tears welling up in her eyes, as if they might spill at any second. "They say a real man never kneels unless he has to—this guy's willing to throw away his pride just to save people. Besides, we've got two detonators anyway… Maybe one would be enough? "Why don't we give him one? It's the apocalypse—if we're all still human, shouldn't we be helping each other?"

He slowly stood up, walked around the table, and pulled up an empty chair right next to mine. "Listen to me, Ivy," Richard said. His voice was steady like a rock. "Kindness does not require a reason. We do not help people because they have money or expensive titles. We help people because they are human beings." "I am not used to it," I whimpered, looking down at my lap. "I don't know how to accept kindness. It feels... foreign. It feels like I don't deserve it." Margaret reached across the table and covered my hand with her warm palm.

One of them, a plain white ceramic mug, was already extended in my direction, emanating a comforting warmth that was a stark contrast to the chill in my own soul. “You’ve been glued to that screen all morning,” he said gently, his voice a quiet balm against the harshness of the office. His eyes, a warm, steady brown, were filled with genuine concern. “Take a break. Just a few minutes. Step away. Please.” The warmth in his eyes, the genuine kindness in his tone, was almost overwhelming. Kindness, in its purest, most unadulterated form, felt alien, a sensation I hadn’t experienced in what felt like an eternity. It was a stark reminder of the humanity I’d almost forgotten existed, after the rel