Show A Little Kindness Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the kindness Linda had shown me, the way she had become my ally in this treacherous world. “Thank you for all of this,” I expressed, my voice filled with sincerity. The words felt inadequate, unable to fully capture the depth of my gratitude. The provisions, the guidance, and the support she had provided were lifelines that had carried me through the darkest moments. Linda's response was simple yet reassuring. “You're welcome,” she said, her eyes filled with a mixture of empathy and determination. The unspoken understanding between us grew stronger, a silent vow that we would navigate this world together, supporting each other through the trials that l

“Everyone is impressed by money, Mom.” “Maybe Jess is not.” She counters, “For someone like her, money might mean nothing. You forget that she grew up with it. I don’t think it excites her. She may want other things like Care, Attention, Effort, the little things that you’ll readily overlook.” I lean against the wall of my living room, listening as she continues to speak. “Bring her coffee or breakfast in the morning,” she says. “Help her with little things here and there. Be present. Show her kindness where she least expects it. It's called Acts of Service. And now that she's your neighbor, it gets easier to do these things.”

I love her. It is then that I realize you could hear a pin drop in the place. The only sounds are my ragged breaths and her light sobs. People are awestruck including the DJ. “Come home with me, please, Little Kitten,” I plead without turning around to look at her. “I want to have fun, but you ruined it!” She shines.

She props her elbows on the hard surface and put her head in her hands. "If you make an effort to show affection, get to know her, get intimate with her without being physical, well it may build her confidence. All she's ever known was brute force. It's time she was shown some gentleness in its place." I contemplate her words while rubbing my chin. Okay, so a little wining and dining is all I have to do? I'll admit, it's much different than what I'm used to doing. By that, I mean that I have never done it. I've only ever know the physical side of things. A sort of wham, bam, thank you ma'am kind of deal.

She understood what it meant when they say people are flawed but still worth an inch of you. “Thank you.” She smiled. “I was just returning a favor. When I was in your place, there were several people who stood by me and helped me get through the madness. Now, I am doing the same thing. I may not pay those people back, but I am sure that I would like to pay the favor forward.” “Kindness overflows, creating a ripple effect that makes our world a better place.” She added that, which made me frown in confusion. “How do you do it? How can you still be kind when the world was cruel to you?”

The empty pews seemed to whisper of a life lived in isolation, a woman slowly cut off from everyone who might have loved her. Father McGee rose to deliver a message of kindness and faithfulness. He pulled out his round spectacles, perched them on the bridge of his nose, and gathered his notes with trembling hands. "Kindness. What do we think of when we hear those words? Do you feel angry?" He paused, letting the silence stretch. "No. Do you feel worried or upset? You do not. That is because it is a gift, given to each and every one of you." He pointed at the small gathering, his gaze sweeping across their solemn faces.

I would endeavor to do the same. I gave myself a mental shake and concentrated on my beloved’s words again. Daisy was speaking with such passion and conviction. “Small acts of kindness can change lives. One person can make positive changes that make a big difference for one or even many. “So, reach into your heart and think of ways to be that positive change … even for one person. Because no matter what class you were born into, our lives are connected, and we all have our place in the world ..our destiny to fulfill.”

He shot me a nasty look, then turned to help her up. I stood behind the door, watching through the peephole. Didn't move. Didn't speak. If I'd been holding onto even a scrap of hope for him, it died right there. Leaving him? Best call I ever made. A few hours later, he texted: [Don't take it so personally. I wasn't blaming you. But Kallie gave me blood, you know? Can't you cut her some slack? Try to be a little more understanding?]

He believed that even in the darkest of times, it was important to treat others with kindness and compassion. The stranger offered a helping hand, his smile a faint flicker of warmth amidst the gloom. “Come on, let me help you stand,” he told her, his voice was gentle and reassuring. Florence hesitated, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out to accept his offer. He did not pressure her, but he was glad that she could actually hear him. Her hand, small and delicate, seemed almost insignificant compared to his larger, stronger one. As she took his hand, she felt a surge of gratitude and a glimmer of hope while he helped her stand on her two feet.

Do not recommend. Kelly is the kindest, most selfless kid I have ever known. She has a pure heart of gold. She will help anyone whom she feels needs help. Not because she wants the recognition; as a matter of fact, recognition makes her uncomfortable. She believes that you should always help others because it’s simply the right thing to do. She has absolutely no problem spending her allowance to help others, too.