Kindness Starts With One^®

Every day when I go through a door and someone is behind me I hold the door for them. At home, in school, everywhere I go I do that. I think that lights there more and my day.

My tires gave out in a marina parking lot. One went flat, another low, and I had no cell phone. I saw a group of men working on the engine of another car and asked if one could call for help, I would pay for the call. They did one better, brought a compressor over to my car, filled both...

as a teenager we dont have a lot of money but my girlfriend always made sure to give me stuff... well make me stuff like gum wraper hearts and notes... it not much but its the tiny things that count

when I was in Walmart I saw a lady struggling to get something at the very bottom of a shelf, so I asked if I could help her. She said yes and after I helped he she gave me 20$, I told her no but she insisted so I took it.

I am a hopelessly shy, socially inept teenager. For the longest time, my only friends were books. Recently, I had to stay overnight for a conference with these two girls. I worried that they would be cliquey and I would be stuck with my well-worn copy of "Anne of Green Gables". But this could not be farther from the truth....

Every morning to start my day I would like to tell everyone "Good morning" when I leave for the day I tell everyone "Have a good evening". I know it isn't much. But it is the thought that counts.

As a single parent, working 3 jobs, no child support, and living away from family, I found myself struggling to even be able to feed my kids. A friend recognized my struggle and left groceries on my doorstep. My kids were so thrilled, you would have thought we had won the lottery!
When my situation improved, I started sharing this...

I work at a super popular fast-food restaurant in California. I serve hundreds of people a day, and I honestly couldn't even remember a third of their faces if you put them all in a room and told me to point out who's who. They come by, flash a smile, take their order receipt, walk away, and boom! Their faces...

after i put up gas on my rented car one rainy morning I speed up along Boulevard de Mortagne, Boucherville, Canada to connect me sooner to the freeway for Maine USA.

I was stunned when I heard a honk from a car in the other left lane. In my mind, I thought it could be a cop. He motioned his...