Random Act!
I have found that among its other benefits, giving liberates the soul. -Maya Angelou (1928-), American female author and poet, best known for her auto-biography I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.
Random Act Of Kindness
Nothing strikes more fear in our hearts than a random act of violence. It’s the first thing on the news. It sells because it compels us by pushing our vulnerable, fearful buttons. But what about a random act of kindness. I would argue that it’s many more times powerful and compelling.
I’m not sure why I had this feeling come over me the other day, but I felt like committing a random act of kindness. I even posted it on Facebook so that I was fully engaged and told my friends to stay tuned for the results. It dominated my thoughts for the entire morning and grew to the point where I jumped off my desk and went looking for my “victim.”
I decided to head towards my favorite lunch spot, which is run by a community of people that are self sustaining and always doing for others, the perfect venue. I could barely focus on ordering as I looked around for my opportunity. That’s when I noticed a cute elderly couple sitting behind me.
Elderly Victims
To paint the scene properly, the decor of the restaurant is like that of a tree fort, something you might find in an enchanted forest. All of the tables are hand-carved from recycled wood and the booths are private enclaves that you disappear into. It reminds me of the book the Hobbit.
With a subtle turn of my head, I could only see the husband who had a great old fashioned pair of suspenders. He and his wife were debating what to order; but what made the situation compelling was the way he deferred to his wife, who in turn was thoughtful in her consideration of what he might like. A little amusing dance. There was something in the conversation that lead me to believe that financially they were seriously considering the limits of what they could afford. That’s exactly when I locked in. This was my chance. I decided to buy their lunch.
Anonymous Adrenaline
Once the decision was made, I could barely eat my own lunch as the adrenaline started pumping through my body. I completely forgot about my book that I had with me and began my plot. I waived the waitress over to my table and asked her to sit down as I held up the universal whisper sign, placing my finger against my mouth. Then I brought her in on the gig, but made it very clear that I was going to remain completely anonymous.
You see I’ve always been impressed by those that give anonymously, because it transcends them and their needs. Many of us want to be recognized and loved so often we give in a way to also self-fulfill. But is that really giving at its best. Certainly any unselfish act is commendable and encouraged; but how cool are those people that just do it undercover.
The Tearful Escape
So I continued to devour what was left on my plate so I could complete my task. I popped up from the table and went to the take out counter to pay both bills. The staff was perfectly in sync and played it out like any other transaction. After I received my change, I almost ran out the front door so as to not tempt myself and look back at the couple. As I hit the sidewalk, I had an adrenaline surge that gave me the chills and still does as I recall it.
When I jumped into my car the thoughts of that moment dominated my mind. Who were they? How long had they been together? Then suddenly my eyes welled up and I felt all choked up. I’m not really sure why that happened, but maybe it was a pure connection to humanity. Maybe that’s just what happens when you get over yourself and completely give yourself to someone else, but I have to say that the feeling was more intoxicating than anything else you could indulge in!
Read All About It
When I returned to the office, I couldn’t wait to share the update on Facebook. At the risk of that public exposure negating the essence of true anonymity, I felt compelled to share the experience. Never before had I posted anything that received such an overwhelming response. Many people chimed in with their thoughts, which only made me realize what’s really in people’s hearts.
End The Musical Chairs
These days it seems like everybody is selling something, and most of it we don’t need. It seems like life has become one big Ponzi scheme as we try to manipulate each other to get what we want; and that just feels like a big game of musical chairs with the chairs rapidly disappearing. Where will that leave us?
The same week, I happened upon Stephen Covey’s audio book about the 7 Habits Of Highly Effective People where he talks about the three levels of maturity. Dependence, Independence and Interdependence. That’s exactly where we need to focus. That fact that we truly are interdependent. Maybe that’s why it feels so good to give. Maybe we see our own struggles and needs in other people. Maybe that’s really why I cried.
Now I’m not suggesting that we all lay down our careers and go live off the land, but I am saying that we all have a need to care for each other. This is not a guilt trip either, it’s simply a fact of life and survival. There is no doubt we still need everybody to step up and do their part. This is certainly about meeting at the mid point, but stop and consider your true position. I bet you’ll agree your wealthy in many ways other than how many nickels you have in the bank. So start sharing your gift, whatever it might be, and don’t dare say you don’t have any. Get inspired and help somebody without them even knowing about it, because I promise you that you’ll feel better than you ever have before and you just might change a life in the process!










