An Alphabet Of My Life: K


When I was quite young, I don’t remember the exact age, my Mum gave me some advice.

“Be kind”.
“Be kind to animals”.
“Be kind to people”.
“Help people when you can”.
“Kindness costs nothing”.
“If you cannot say something kind, then say nothing at all”.

I took those words to heart, and have tried to live by them since. I went into a career as an EMT that required kindness as ‘stage one’ of any treatment. I was always kind to any animals or pets I encountered, and treated them with great respect.

When I felt I could say nothing kind to someone, I tried to be constructive or helpful instead.

Over 60 years later, I am still trying my very best to put kindness first.

Thanks, Mum.

Random Acts of Kindness Day + Free Book!

Kindness, and a FREE BOOK! If you get your free copy, don’t forget to give it a fair review after reading.

Stevie Turner

Did you know that Wednesday 17th February is ‘Random Acts of Kindness Day’ in the UK? Even if you’re not in the UK you could spread some positivity today and make somebody smile, give a donation to charity, or you could even collect somebody’s medication who is self-isolating… the possibilities are endless.

I’ve already done my bit this morning. A woman I’ve often seen while walking around the village said hello as we approached each other from different directions. We started to chat, and in the end I had recommended my dentist to her as she was looking for a dentist who carries out sedation. She was overjoyed to have found just what she was looking for by stopping to pass the time of day with a relative stranger. She couldn’t thank me enough, and went on her way quite happily.

So… I’ll carry on with the kindness today. I…

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The kindness of strangers

When I lived in London, I soon learned to avoid people sitting in the street. I became adept at walking over figures slumped in doorways, or averting my gaze from the sad stare of a man sitting on the pavement. In the centre of that city, such people were everywhere, it seemed. Become engaged with them, and you never know what to expect. Perhaps a request for money, or the need to summon assistance for their medical problem, or dilapidated condition. You keep walking, don’t look directly into their eyes, and you get on with your own busy life, dealing with the problems that matter to you. If this seems unkind, I can offer no explanation other than that is what we did, devoid of conscience.

There are exceptions of course. An old lady, fallen over and injured, will soon attract a crowd of those offering to help; telephoning for an ambulance, or using their first-aid skills. A lost child will usually find themselves being asked if they are alright, with someone sure to help reunite them with their parents, or escort them to the safety of a passing police officer. However, an adult male sitting slumped on a bench, looking fed up or depressed, will generally be given a wide berth.

Yesterday, I was out walking with Ollie as usual, and ventured over onto Hoe Rough. After steady rain, the ground was once again muddy and wet, making walking difficult, and more tiring than usual. After I had been trudging around for over an hour, I felt that I needed to rest, so headed to the wooded dell, where I know that I can find a convenient tree branch on the ground. I was sitting there for a good ten minutes, low to the ground, hunched against the persistent drizzle. Ollie was nearby, running around and sniffing, as is his habit. I sat there, mind whirring, thinking about lots of things as I leaned forward, elbows on my knees.

I was suddenly startled by someone calling to me from the path. I looked up, and saw a man with a large Boxer dog, which he was walking on a lead. “Are you all right?” He asked again. “I saw your dog on its own, and then noticed you slumped on that tree. I thought that you might be unwell, or have injured yourself.” I assured the man that I was just resting, and thanked him for his concern. He walked off, giving me a cheery wave as he left.

That got me thinking.

Is it just different in rural Norfolk, or is he simply a better person than I am?