Friday, September 26, 2008

Movers, Shakers, and Ballbreakers

This morning I watched a teenage girl plow into a family of baby ducks I had just slowed down to let pass. Then she flicked me off. I cried rivers through my make-up all the way to work. When I finally got in, I hid in my office for an hour, not bothering to turn on the lights. My boss and his cohorts discussed politics on the other side of my door. Their voices carried through the vents like a loud speaker. "I think the government needs to stay out of things," my boss said to his audience. "Like Katrina. The government shouldn't have been helping those people."

I hissed air through my teeth, waiting for someone to disagree. But the silence, followed by a change in subject, told me that the cowards had all nodded their heads in agreement. "Those people", as if they weren't our people. Disgusting. I was standing in the checkout line of the grocery store two nights ago when a man carrying a case of beer came up behind my full cart. "Go ahead," I had told him, motioning for the conveyor belt. He took the spot without so much as a thank you. It made me think of all the doors I've held and cars I've let in lately without so much as a nod in return. Maybe these really aren't my people.

It feels like there's a Chinese fire drill going on in my head. All these thoughts are racing around, racing around, waiting for their chance at the driver's seat. "I'm too weak." "This is what I have to become to survive." "You're either a mover, a shaker, or a ballbreaker." I told Hoop on the phone this morning that I hate people. "You don't hate me," he said. "You don't hate your Mom." Leave it to Hoop to poke a hole in my generalization. "So I don't hate people. I just hate MOST people." I don't hate Jon Stewart... J.K. Rowling... the Dalai Lama. And for the record, I don't hate any of you.

There's a definite deficiency in the human condition though. Somewhere along the years we lost chivalry, followed soon after by compassion and morality. In an effort to be individuals, we lost the ability to be united. How do we fix that? Is it like a pendulum? Will it swing back? I'm not depressed. But thank you, to those who were concerned yesterday. I'm tired. I'm disappointed. I'm grieving over the loss of something I foolishly thought still existed. Every day I was being assaulted by it and I didn't even realize... This world is beating the optimism right out of me.

I need you to do something for me this weekend, OK? I don't ask for things very often. What I need is to hear about an act of chivalry, a conscious effort that caused you to go out of your way for someone else this weekend. I need to know that there's still hope. I'm going to do it to. Then I'm going to post about it on Monday. Leave your good deed(s) in the comment section of that post, or write a post of your own and leave us a link. It doesn't have to be something huge. Any small deed will do. Maybe if we put enough good juju out there it'll- I don't know, catch?

So pay it forward Homebloys, and have a wonderful and safe weekend!

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At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Gramps said...

I know what you're saying. Sometimes I hate people, too. But I do believe that even the worst ones have some good down in there and it just needs a chance to come out.

Thanks for not hating me! You sound like one of the good ones.

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger furiousBall said...

i'll have you know that i hold the door for people and one of my proudest days was taking my son and daughter to the library and my son insisted on holding the door for my little girl and then a woman walking in after us too.

i've only got two to train, but i'll do my best i promise :)

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Knight said...

I was riding in the subway last night and sitting across from a twenty something guy paying no attention to anyone with his legs spread wide apart so that he took up the entire two seat bench. He had headphones on and was loudly rapping as if he was alone and not on a crowded train. Now this doesn't bother me but then this group of 4 elderly people got on the train. Three sat down next to me and the other looked around confused because the only seat left was next to the guy who wouldn't close his legs. Just as I started to get up to offer my seat the guy snapped to, became as charming as ever, and even helped the woman into her seat. I was shocked and regained a little faith humanity.

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Janet said...

it'd be nice if you knew where she lived and painted on her car, in just a small area, enough for you to know what it said: "Duck killer". Bitch.

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Knight said...

Oh, and I was in a cab the other day when the cab driver stopped to offer a homeless man a sandwich. A caring cabdriver? Who knew? I tipped well and I'm confident he put it to good use.

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Knight said...

I'm spreading the good JuJu to my place. I hope you are right. I hope it catches.

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Gary Rith Pottery Blog said...

SH!T!!! Baby ducks???????? That chick is gonna roast in hell for all eternity for that one.
You got it TINK, I will try to go out of my way this weekend, and report back.
You're the best, and have a good weekend yourself, and the beers are on me, OK?

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Tawcan said...

I ran over some baby ducks on the highway once. I tried to avoid them but couldn't b/c there were 2 other cars travelling around the same speed left & right of my car. I felt so bad afterward.

I'll try my best in doing some good deeds this weekend. :)

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Farmer*swife said...

Awwww, I hate it when I have days like this. You know? Bloggie world has really renewed my faith in people in a lot of ways.

I was becoming a hermit. I didn't want to be around people other than my close knit family and group.

I didn't want to deal with the "pretend" conversations at functions. It all just gets so tiring.

Though, I bet none of y'all would see me being that way. I'm a bubbly people person, but sometimes I don't like people. Just like you.
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Today I am having the drawing for a prize I'll be sending out to the winner(s). The reason why? Just because it makes me feel good and I think it made everyone who participated smile too.
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When You and Hoop tie the knot in another month and a half or so? There will be all these people you do like and love. They will all be there because they love you both and want to celebrate with you!

It will be wonderful! It will be happy! And, you probably won't hate a single soul (till you get a bill for some charges you weren't aware of, LOL!)

Happy Friday Gal! Please cheer up!

[Just hate the mean people; though, maybe feel a tad sorry for them to. As, they must be mad at the world to be so disconnected.]

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Reb said...

I hope she realized after she flipped you off what the bump was and felt awful all day.

I hate people too and blogging has helped me to wake up and see the world around me. Thanks mostly to the WWC that you host. I realize that though I only have a few friends that "get me" in real life, I have all these blog friends that help me to look at the world anew each day.

BTW, your boss sounds like the type who would be the first in line for aid if your area got hit that badly - Odin forbid!

I certainly hope chivalry is not dead, that it is only embarrassed to show itself more openly. I do hold doors and let people in front of me at tills or sit on the bus. This weekend, I will have to pay attention to what I do and maybe do a bit extra. I too hope it is catching.

 
At 26 September, 2008, Anonymous Raven said...

Today a woman pulled into the turning lane that I was also pulling into, I HAD to pull into it to turn into the driveway I needed but apparently she only wanted a U-turn. She then pulled back into traffic, honked her horn and screamed at me through her window. WHAT THE FUCK? People in general suck BUT! I refuse to let the fucktards of the world bring me down. I will continue to open doors, let people go in front of me and HAVE MANNERS.

I will not be ONE OF THEM. Thank you for not being ONE OF THEM either.

*kisses*

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Chris said...

I think you just plowed into a whole lot of out of control American sense of entitlement. :( It sounds like you need an extended bout of crazy living room dancing (clothes optional).

Um... crap. The examples that come to mind are ones I did. Does that still count?!

Got home from a bike ride a couple weeks ago, completely dripping, carrying my bike. As I entered the lobby of my building, my psycho downstairs neighbor (YOU know - the one who complains about the cats and pounds on her ceiling if we move or I vacuum) was rushing down to the laundry room, muttering under her breath about having locked her keys in the laundry room. I waited, heard the "damn," and offered to let her use my keys to get hers. She even said "Thanks" after. And hasn't pounded since.

I also have been giving my next door neighbor rides to and from her various painful/debilitating appointments for treating her non-Hodgkins lymphoma - and keep reiterating that I will get groceries, take her trash out, etc, if chemo wipes her out.

Oh! That reminded me of all the wonderful comments/prayers/thoughts people left for my next door neighbor's health on my blog.

And I've remembered another - I know a lot of cyclists ignore the fact that they are indeed vehicles and cut off cars, etc. I always stop, and I'm continually surprised by the number of drivers who wave me through when I do that.

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Knot said...

No one likes it when I say that God likes chivalry and morals and values. But I'll throw it out there. It's the evilness in people that causes crap like your boss.

He would sound different if had lost all his possessions ( huh 'possessions' has tons of s's ) and was one of "those people".

As a country, ya, we've varied from being moral and honorable. It came in when the Hippies started their shtick.

Enough of that.

That's odd so many people are getting non-HL or HL. My wife has a co-worker that just beat it.

Small world.

Knot

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger Knot said...

Oh ya and I didn't beat any gays or rape any Muslim women today. Does that count as chivalrous? (wink)

Knot

 
At 26 September, 2008, Blogger meno said...

I cannot believe that girl plowed into the ducks and then flipped you off. I hope she dies painfully.

Here's a story. It involves me, i hope that's okay.

I was at the grocery store, in line to checkout, and there was this very old lady in front of me. She was saying how she had put her money in her walker thingie, and had lost a $20 bill in the store.

I was standing there, like a dope, thinking, "that's sad," And then, "Doh! I can do something about this." So i whipped a $20 bill out of my pocket and gave it to her, telling her that i had found it in the store.

(Truth be told, i don't like people either.)

 
At 27 September, 2008, OpenID kcinnova said...

Off the top of my head, right now, I can tell of the many wonderful people who brought meals to my house 8 years ago for 3 whole weeks. I'd just had major surgery (unplanned) and couldn't even lift a gallon of milk for weeks. My youngest was 15 months old, the oldest was in 3rd grade. Every day between 5-6pm, an entire meal would arrive. I didn't know all these people, but they still cared for us...not just for a few days or a week, but 3 whole weeks! The director of SM's & H-J's "mother's day out" program would pick the little ones up in the morning and bring all 4 of them home after school, even though we did not live "on her way."
It was an incredible humbling experience, because I really couldn't "do" for myself and my kids. (I couldn't even lift the baby for 6 weeks.) I can only "pay" those kind folks back by paying it forward. And I *do* try to pay it forward whenever I can.

 
At 27 September, 2008, Anonymous Sarge aka Alexander the Great said...

Ive been told that I dont like people... but I think I do its just, that the world seems to be full of dumbasses and jackasses... So I guess it just adds up to a lot of people showing their asses! LOL
Like the other day, I was driving through a school zone, at 25 (the speed limit) and someone was on my ass, and beeped his horn. When we got out of the school zone I was doing the speed limit and he beeped at me still... When i pulled up beside me at the light at the end of the road, he cussed me out and said WTF, I simply replied I was doing the speed limit!

But we have to over come the need to choke the living breathe out of them, and go about life and do good to those we can :)

People also hate another word these days... forgiveness, which is sad.

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

I was at the grocery store tonight. The line was long and a new line opened. I didn't jump for it, but motioned to the person in front of me with a full cart to take their rightful place. He in turn said "You go first, I have more things to unload."

Chivalry given and gotten. I hope this cheers you up.

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger Orhan Kahn said...

I sense you're slipping down a hole you don't belong.. please Cris, hold onto what is good inside of you and know that even though the world is an ugly place you see through it through the beautiful lense of an equally beautiful woman.

This post is something I could've written and it saddens me to think that someone such as yourself is slipping away and conforming to the belief that the world was once a place full of morals, etc. Darling, it never was. This is as good as it gets. Find your peace within it and keep smiling, its the only thing that people can take from you if you let them.

Much love. Always <3

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger debra said...

I've always told my children that it is good luck to be nice. Period.
And that there is joy in doing something for people who will never know who we are. Like paying the toll for the next person at the toll booth or letting the mother with tired children in front of you at the grocery store or talking to the clerks who wait on you or saying please and thank you. Just like that.

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger Mary Alice said...

I'm here from kcinnova. Sure there are some people that are real jerks out there, but really I think there is still more good out there.

Last week I watched 90 young men and women graduate from Coast Guard basic training...one of which was my own son. He joined because he wanted to make a difference to people everyday. He will be doing Search and Rescue on our shores. I suspect that everyone ofthose 90 young people made it through that diffiult training because they all want to give back to our nation.

I myself am volunteering at a VA hospital. Spending time helping in the rehabilitation clinic.

People do care and people are out there making a difference....they just do it more quietly than those that aren't being a part of a solution.

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger mamatulip said...

Dave and I dealt with something this week that happened to Julia at school that really left me struggling. I know where you're coming from in this post, Tink.

It's Saturday morning. I'll check back on Sunday with my good deed. :)

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger Jen said...

I heart me some "pay it forward"! No good deeds go unnoticed. The husband teaches me this time and again - he is so good to people even when I want to write them off.

I learn from him every day. Sometimes I wish I could be more like him and not so bitter about the world. But I am what I am.

I'd still be crying about the ducks. That hurt my heart. I'll never understand acts of violence.

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger Farmer*swife said...

HOWDY! Go see my place! I dedicated a blog post to you with a link to something that will make you smile! TOTALLY!

[Take Hoop with you!] ;-)

Go! Now! Enjoy!

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger Fortune Cookies said...

if there is a hell, there's a special place for people like that duck killing whore!
I think you're onto something here, Tink. I think random acts of kindness are wonderful for people to get in the practice of. What a great way to get peeps motivated. I'm gonna go out and take a walk now and pick up litter from the sides of the roads in my neighborhood and take it to recycle. And even though we ran our car through the car wash yesterday, I'm gonna make Wifester go to the girlscout's car wash, not for a wash, but just to give them the donation. They can always use some help.

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger Queen of no man's land said...

Ok.. good deeds you say.. ok.. I haven't stolen anything from your blog.. so you didn't have to spork my face off...

I went to lunch yesterday with the posse' and paid for one of their lunches without telling them..

I always hold the door open for my elders.. makes no diff where or when.. it's the right thing to do.. I will however slam the door on a teenager with no respect.. so that may cancel that good deed out..

and here is one for you.. In Kearney Nebraska.. at the USA Steak house.. there is a older couple,, that once a week.. sometime during the week..when they buy lunch there.. buy two extras...for the next seniors that walk through the door..No one really knows who they are.. they just do it.. We happened to be the lucky couple once..we were so shocked...We bought lunch for the next senior couple that came through the door..

so cheer up.. good is out there.. it's just hiding..

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger Queen of no man's land said...

No, I'm not a senior.. but he is and they gave me the lunch for putting up with him.. sorry ..forgot to tell you that.. ha ha

another good deed Tink.. I put up with Cletus..See.. good deeds everywhere

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger HalfAsstic.com said...

I really think it's kinda like when the family all gets together at a funeral and catches up and really bonds and then says, "Let's not wait until someone else dies to get together again...". They mean well, but that's when people pull together. When there is a tragedy. Things, in general, suck right now in this world, economically, socially, politically. But these things are mostly just a constant frustration.
I think it sucks that it takes a great tragedy for everyone to remember their manners, and all the minor hell leading up to it just makes their manners worse.

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger PEACE said...

My hubs and I played in the Senior Olympics this week and found out that these two guys from Russia were taking the buss to the courts. Actually three busses that took over an hour to get there. We insisted on picking them up and dropping them off at their hotel and had them over for dinner last night, even though I had just had chemo...they brought us Russian Vodka and caviar! So I think we came out ahead on that one!

I like you I always let people go ahead of me at the grocery store.

And when I hand out bucks to homeless people, I always ask them their name and tell them by name to go get some lunch/dinner and hope that that things turn around for them. I like using their name so maybe they feel like a person again.

 
At 27 September, 2008, Anonymous Kate said...

I work with a little girl (6 years old) who has cancer and is to sick to come to school right now due to chemotherapy and a large tumor in her knee. On Friday her mother called me in tears, saying that the little girl had fallen the night before, chemo has been pushed back and the girl was saying that she was ugly and nobody would ever like her because she's so disgusting.
I went to the store on lunch break, got brownies to bake and a bunch of princess accessories... and then spent two hours at her house reminding her that she's beautiful. And reminding her mother that they can get through this.
To me it's a small thing... but a necessary thing.

Don't lose hope. You are proof enough that there is decency in the world.

 
At 27 September, 2008, Blogger Bob said...

I have a friend with MS who is confined to a wheelchair. I go by and do stuff for her.

I bought a plane ticket for a friend I haven't seen for 25 years so she could be with the rest of "our gang" for our 25th college reunion.

I saw an older gentleman fall as he hurried across the road. I stopped, helped him up and into his trailer, cleaned his scrapes and straightened his glasses. When he was settled down I left, went by and told his neighbors and asked that they look in on him.

I left a comment for someone who's having a bit of trouble with her faith in human nature, giving her a few examples that people do care for each other.

 
At 28 September, 2008, Blogger Katie said...

Today in a non-elevator Metro stop I was having trouble taking the stroller down some steps. A young (20-something) man asked if he could help and I thankfully accepted. I thought it was especially chivalrous that he asked politely first instead of just rushing in and grabbing the stroller with my little girl in it.

Most strangers are still nice. They just do it quietly and use nice language. The nasties use their hands and dirty/loud language so you notice them.

 
At 28 September, 2008, Blogger Peggy said...

The same sort of thing happend to us and some pheasants a few years ago. The pheasants were crossing the road and some asshole who was very important and in a big hurry, overtook us as we slowed to let the pheasants cross and squished the birds. They couldn't ignore what they did as there was a whole lot of airbourne feathers.

Some people, even really nice people can behave like horrible shits sometimes. I have done mean things in the past that I am not proud of. If I could take them back, I would. I don't think I am a mean person.

I call my neighbours when I am going into town and ask if they need anything.

You are beautiful and sensitive. Just try not to be mean yourself.

 
At 28 September, 2008, Blogger womaninawindow said...

Oh Tink, you and your poor fairy wings. You really need to move to the country, you know? When there are fewer people we're forced to look each other in the eye a little more often.

I've done nothing brilliant this weekend. There have been opportunities and I have done nothing. sorry...

 
At 28 September, 2008, Blogger Gordo said...

I'm more of an every little bit counts sort of guy: I still hold doors open for people, I wave people through or let them into traffic, I know and talk to my neighbours. It's the little things that make such a difference in the world.

Sure,it gets discouraging when you let someone into traffic and you barely get a look, let alone a wave, but it does you some good anyway.

The biggest thing I do on a regular basis is to work as an assistant leader with my son's cub pack. We work very hard to give these kids a safe and enjoyable place to come to every week.

I hope you're feeling better, Tink. That chick was terrible.

 
At 28 September, 2008, Blogger womaninawindow said...

Hey Tink, I gave thanks at my place. Not for my deeds but thank de powers, there are good people in this world.

 
At 28 September, 2008, Anonymous Anonymous said...

what a cow about the ducks. i had a similar thing the other day with a squirrel, it really makes me sad too.people are shi**y and then people are genuinely good too. there are more good people than bad though you just have to look really hard to see it sometimes.

Ellie

 
At 28 September, 2008, Anonymous apathy lounge said...

I know what you mean. I often feel that my choices in life are to become a doormat or a bitch. I think the answer lies somewhere in between, but that gray area is so large. Too large to navigate sometimes. Poor baby ducks!

 
At 28 September, 2008, Blogger Lisa said...

How can I not participate in this when you said the word "juju," which is Julia's nickname, AND is part of my blog name?!?!?

Every Friday I go volunteer at my girls school. I get paid my production so if I am not typing away at my computer I do not get paid. I forgo that production on Fridays so that I can help out at their school. Their teachers are not in need of a classmom so I help out with the teachers I helped with last year. I know it may not be an act of chivalry or anything, but it is what I do. I get thier projects ready, make copies, cut out teeny tiny triangles to use as a hen's nose, etc. I know it helps them out and I feel good when I work through the pile of stuff they have waiting for me every Friday.

 
At 28 September, 2008, Blogger Mike said...

If it makes you feel any better, I saw a teenager girl plow into some ducks.

So I plowed into her.

My fist plowed into her face.

But don't worry, she was ugly and it only improved her looks.

I hope you didn't buy any of that.

 
At 28 September, 2008, Blogger Michael Knight Rambo said...

Couldn't we just lynch these stupid self-absorbed people and publicly ridicule them or vandalize their property or something?
Maybe that would teach them some manners.
Probably not though.
p.s.- My word verification word is "latord" and it's green and sorta bubbly. I don't know why I think it's so hilarious but it is!

 
At 28 September, 2008, Blogger Ginni Dee said...

I love this post Tink. Having just read it, I'll have to try to do something nice tomorrow and report back. I try to do random acts of kindness all the time, but I've been a bit self-absorbed lately. It's time to get back to doing them again. I did recently share a LOT of money with a friend of my late son's who needed it and who deserved it...but that wasn't random it was very deliberate. It did make me feel good. I will change his life and I was so happy to do it. I totally agree that we live in a "Me me me" society these days. I see so much of it just driving around in my school bus.

I'll be back!

 
At 28 September, 2008, Blogger Chatty said...

I hear you, Tink. I hate getting hit with the reality stick, but it happens. Sometimes it just really gets to me. Maybe that's what happened to you, too.

 
At 29 September, 2008, Blogger Mona Buonanotte said...

Wow...so weird, Tink...I posted this morning about Karma and then I found and read this post...there must be something in the air.

 
At 29 September, 2008, Blogger Chelle Y. said...

BABY DUCKS!?! I just wrote a post not too long ago about loving baby ducks. I am so thankful I did not see it either. I hope to God it was an accident, but it doesn't sound like it. :(

My Brendan opens the doors for people, and he is such a big help to me because physically, I cannot do a lot of stuff. He is going to be a good husband someday. :)

I was sick this weekend, so I will do my "good deed" soon.

 
At 29 September, 2008, Blogger Gary Rith Pottery Blog said...

I am embarrassed Tink. I don't have any spectacular stories, but I will try to be the best I can toward others....forever?

 
At 29 September, 2008, Blogger Farmer*swife said...

In case you couldn't find it as it's a few posts down now. This is the link I posted for you [and Hoop].

You really wanna' go here and watch this!

http://www.boreme.com/members/viewviral.php?viral_id=17721&siteid=56033

Happy Monday!

 
At 29 September, 2008, Blogger Terri said...

I get like that too because it seems I'm the only one with a ready smile lately. I was so refreshed to get MANY hellos and smiles and so much politeness in Myrtle Beach on vacation last week. Southerners, generally, got that one down (except maybe in FL?) :o). We are hoping to show some kindness to an old friend, well in fact, already have, but taking it to the next level. Could use some advice - come on by and let me know what you think...

Hugs!!

 
At 29 September, 2008, Blogger mamatulip said...

So last night I had to take Oliver to the hospital because the fever he'd been running all weekend shot up to 105. We had to wait a while, and once he got a dose of Tylenol in him he perked up somewhat and wanted to play with the toys in the waiting room. While we were glad there were toys - a distraction - they were pathetic. They were dirty and sad looking and there was very little that we could do with them - there were four little plastic dollhouses, and that was about it.

So Oliver and I talked about donating some of his toys that he doesn't play with much to the hospital's auxiliary. We spoke to the nurse who triaged us about it and it's something he and I are going to do together. :)

That's my good deed that I wanted to share with you.

 
At 29 September, 2008, Blogger Catizhere said...

I accidentally double-bought peanut butter & jelly this weekend.
I forgot that I had stocked up the week before.

The daycare where Will goes runs an outreach program for the elderly (sort of a meals on wheels thing) After I dropped Will off at his classroom, I left the bag on the kitchen counter.

I've always taught my kids to help people. Once, when my then 15 year old son didn't know I was watching, I saw him helping one of our neighbors unload her groceries and when she tried to give him a dollar, he simply shook his head and hugged her. The look on her face is burned into my memory. Made me cry. DaBoy was later subjected to much gooey, sloppy Mommy smootches and hugs.

 
At 29 September, 2008, Anonymous Cat B said...

Dearest Tink—What a beautiful insightful post! There are way too many duck killers in the world, for sure. We need to launch a campaign for Caring Manners and Loving Kindness.

Meanwhile I hope you'll be happy to know that my very fine husband found a wounded bluebird on the side of the busy road near our house. He brought it home in a cardboard box. For two days we spoke softly to this bird and fed her crumbs and water. She tried to fly but couldn't—one wing was broken. When she realized she couldn't fly, she died. I like to think that we allowed her to die in safety and dignity with a sense of love and caring. I do believe death is simply flight to a new life.

Peace be with you, Tink!

 
At 29 September, 2008, Anonymous pabees said...

We were on vacation last week and driving south of Charleston, SC on 17 going about 45 mph. Suddenly a black dog started out into the street. When we are home, we have deer to avoid and we always blow the car horn vigorously when we see them near the side of the road, hoping they will go back into the woods. I think it was because of this that hubby acted so quickly to lay on the horn and got the dog to turn around. There were quite a few cars behind us, I can only hope that dog stayed on the west side of the street!
I forget the number, but I read once that an incredable amount of animals are killed every 24 hours on the nation's roads. It is always a tough thing to see or have happen to you.

 
At 30 September, 2008, Blogger Newt said...

Hmm, let me think....Yes, I did. I helped my mother in law. I transferred all the photo dvd's she got of her trip to alaska to cd so she could actually look at them on her computer. And then I stopped at her house again to add a couple pictures to her computer that were on an email she couldn't open because she has dial up and took WAY too long to download pictures that were 4 meg. It was my mother in law so it doesn't really count. But it was my only selfless act this weekend.

 
At 30 September, 2008, Blogger Sis said...

I caught it. Thanks, sweetie.
http://raindownonmegod.blogspot.com/2008/09/tink-week-day-1-for-me.html

It's not all gone from the world. We just have to revive it, uncover it...remember it.
XOXO

 
At 03 October, 2008, Blogger JerseyTjej said...

I'm late, but a friend moved and left a nearly new sewing machine with me to sell at the local flea market. There was an overabundance of machines at the flea market so it would not have sold anytime soon...plus, I normally donate my extra craft supplies and fabric to the local Senior Citizens center, because they make crafty things like woven rugs, aprons and cards to sell to support themselves and retain their skills. I donated the machine to them and then sent the woman the money she would have gotten for the machine...I firmly believe that one day the good I try to do will inspire someone else to take the higher ground. I have a soft spot for the elderly and babies.

 
At 06 October, 2008, Blogger Guinifer said...

I'm late, but I have a good story too. Years ago I had two friends who would stop and usher baby geese and ducks off of any road he saw them on. We laughed and teased them, and they took it well. Later, one of them became one of the first people we knew to succumb to the AIDS virus. He passed away over 16 years ago, but I will always pull over and usher the babies up on to the curb if I can. Seems like the least I can do.

 
At 08 October, 2008, Blogger Foo said...

I'm behind the curve, as usual. I think this post was several days old by the time I did my good deed this past weekend, and of course it's taken me another half a week to get around to commenting or posting about it. But I got there eventually.

 

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