Sometimes, all you want is to do good quietly.
No lights. No cameras. No announcements.
Just action, silent, steady, sincere.
I remember a day when I helped a fellow student pay for their departmental dues. It wasn’t a grand amount, and I didn’t expect anything in return. But word got out, and suddenly people were praising me like I had done something supernatural. I appreciated the gratitude, but deep down, I wished they hadn’t told anyone.
Why? Because some things lose their value when shouted from rooftops.
Some gestures are meant to stay between you, the moment, and God.
No publicity please.
Not because I’m shy.
Not because I’m secretive.
But because I’m intentional.
In a world where almost every act is posted, liked, and shared,
Silence becomes the purest form of generosity.
Love becomes genuine when it doesn’t look over its shoulder for applause.
And goodness, real goodness, doesn’t need a stage.
So if I ever do something that touches you, and I say,
“No publicity please,”
Know it’s not pride. It’s a principle.
And that the best stories are sometimes the ones never told.