I've been on a run of good deeds lately, sharing my good vibes with those around me. Today I was in all day trying out some new cinnamon-scented essential oil, which almost makes the place smell like something's burning, so I'll go back to my trusty spearmint which always lifts my mood.
It's odd how some people take good deeds. A portion are genuinely appreciative when the call for help is answered, while others almost see it as a sign of weakness that someone actually bothered to care for them.
Almost as if they've been so molded by the cynical nature of the other people around them, and here comes this strange new creature completely unlike what they've been exposed to before.
I've learned to parcel the assistance out in drips with such folk, always mindful that not everyone has my inborn sense of compassion that was forged in the furnace of the life that I led starting when I was a young kid.
At times I think I would have been right at home in some quiet Swiss alpine village of 500 years ago, as opposed to my current existence in dog-eat-dog me-me-me Anytown, USA.
I was reading a book recently about the three little kids that witnessed the apparition in Fatima, Portugal over 100 years ago.
Reading the account after so many years, I always identified with the pious boy Francisco de Jesus Marto, who died at the age of 10. That was such a momentous age for me as it was for him. Both of us had our childhood taken from us in different ways, his with a miracle, and me having t take on adult responsibilities way too soon.
But it was the innocence we both shared as well, an innate goodness welling up from within.
I've had people ask me why I care so much for the downtrodden, but having been one myself, I flip it and ask why they don't. You think that everyone's just kinda born with that fused into their DNA, but its not the case with so many people.
As it is, I'm happy with the balance that I have in life where I have just enough of everything, and not too much of anything.
You know what I mean?
We have a sidewalk ("footpath" to you Europeans), in the suburbs near Best Buy that for some reasons is filled with grasshoppers each spring and summer. Whenever I walk it, I always look down to avoid walking on one. I figure they're going about their business just like we are, and why crush one to death if I can avoid it by paying just a little bit of attention?
That's a small good deed in itself, and I like to string together as many of them each day as possible. I believe our actions ripple out like a pebble skipping across a pond, interacting with (and countering) the negative actions of others. Each pebble creates a vibration, a ripple of good vibes that helps to complete the day in a positive way. I hope you feel the same way too.
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