I would just
like to share a few words of appreciation for the
kindness and compassion shown by the nurses,
doctors, and chaplains while my grandma was in the
hospital dying. Their care for her was obvious but
only a part of why I wanted to honor them with a few
words. They truly saw to our needs as a
grieving family whether they checked in to see if we
needed coffee... assuring us that they were there
for us as much as for her..., prayed with us, shared
inspiring stories with us, showed interest in our
emotional and spiritual well-being, patiently
answered questions, or simply offered a hug or a
hand to hold onto.
I believe in
angels of the type John portrayed on Touched every
week... heavenly beings sent by God to tell us He
loves us. But I also believe that as humans we
can be angels to each other. The folks at the
hospital certainly were that. I am grateful
for the angels I met this week.
the site launched, I've been making little angels out
of embroidery thread and leaving them around with a
card directing people to the site. A few days
ago, my mom asked for some to give out to people as
she felt the need. I was really touched because
it's always great to know my parents support something
that's important to me. Plus, this way more
people receive angels and find out about PIF through
them than would if it were just me doling them out
random acts of kindness that have meant the
most to me have been when people would
acknowledge my efforts or even my
There was the time
as young teachers my best friend and I
helped plan and carry out an elementary
school Valentine 'Dance' (we only went up to
4th grade). We received a LOT of flack
for it as a local D.J. of a 'Christian'
radio station campaigned against it. It was
a HUGE success despite all the opposition.
The phone calls, notes, and accolades we
received afterward for such a great event
just blew us away.
A group of 4th grade
students who got together and ordered a rose
for me on my birthday-right after I broke up
with my fiance.
arrangement that was delivered anonymously
to my office the week after my boyfriend
died-that was also the same week I broke my
wrist and had to have surgery. To this day I
do not know who sent that arrangement or why
they sent it as many people did not know
about my boyfriend and even less knew I
broke my wrist the day before. I was not
even at work when the arrangement arrived.
and notes from people telling me how I
brightened their day or how a suggestion I
made was important to a project they did. A
card with a real note or letter inside, not
just a signature. A phone call just to see
how I'm doing. A compliment. Letters and
notes from former students or their parents
thanking me for being their teacher.
in a group begin discussing ways to pay it
forward. And when someone comes across an
act of random kindness or a pay it forward
project, and they pass the story on to me
saying, "I found out about this, and I
thought of you."
When we were little I had seizures and my brother
was a baby at the time his crib was near the light
switch he noticed that I wasn't feeling well and
turned the light in our bedroom on to tell our
mother that she had better pay attention that I was
very sick and the situation was very serious at
first our mother didn't want to believe it but soon
afterwards she knew that he was telling her the
truth. I consider my brother to be alomst like an
angel to me he certainly became very protective of
me as we got older. I know that if it wasn't for God
and my family I wouldn't be here writing this. Love,
ago I was so overwhelmed by trying to help with all
the people in my life who were suffering from illness.
I was the caregiver for 3 at one time. I felt like I
wasn't doing much for any of them. I was hurt and
confused and needed to find a place of solace so I
could renew my spirit to be strong for them. I
attended a church service and had never visited this
church before. The sermon was about finding your way
spiritually in life and that it was never too late to
find your way home to Him. I remember whispering a
prayer and asking God if I sit still would he find me.
After the sermon there was a greeting session. I'm a
bit shy so I stayed in my seat and looked at the
ground. A hand appeared in my vision. I took a hold of
it and my eyes followed up the sleeve of the person
who was standing there. I looked into her eyes and she
said to me, "Welcome Home". I have never looked back.
One day, not terribly long ago, I went to my desk at
work and found a sealed envelope addressed to me.
I couldn't imagine what it was as I hadn't given anyone
a gift very recently and so couldn't imagine it being a
thank you note. I opened it and found a really
lovely, kind message from a co-worker. She just
wanted to let me know she was praying for me. It
couldn't have come at a better time. I was having
a dark couple of days when she wrote it and reading her
message just made everything seem more...
conquerable. It was the reassurance I needed that
God was watching over me and that there are people who
care about others.
On my first visit to the Samye Ling Tibetan retreat in
Scotland, it was the first time I had driven that far
on my own or had ever stayed in a retreat or anything
similiar. Not having been there before, I guess I
didn't know what to expect and certainly didn't know
anybody.I made a phone call home from the public phone
box and then retreated to my room until breakfast.
When I came down the next morning and I queued for my
food, one of the monks came up to me and asked me what
my name was. I told him it was Tracey and he then
handed me my purse. seems I had left it by the phone
box and it was of course returned to me intact with
nothing missing....seems somebody had handed it in.
My second story that stands out for me is the time
that I flew to Scotland to see His Holiness, The Dalai
Lama give a speech. Again, i was a long way from home
and travelling alone. When I got to the venue, a group
of Tibetan's took me under their wing and once the
event finished, they took me for tea and cake as they
knew I had a while to wait before my plane home. They
wouldn't allow me to buy anything and were incredibly
kind and welcoming.
The reason why I use these stories is that from these
two Random Acts of Kindness shown to me by total
strangers, the "strangers" then went on to become dear
friends. Trinley the monk has become an incredibly
important part of my life and I have learnt so much
from him . I have always maintained that with our
small acts of kindness, we can have such a massive
impact on other's lives and I am hoping that these two
little stories demonstrate that.