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It can be as simple as doing the dishes

Over a decade ago, my father was dying from lung cancer. I was a single mom, running a consulting business and now making numerous trips to the hospital with him for chemotherapy treatments and spending nights at his house during hospice care. Needless to say, it was emotionally and physically exhausting and left me little time to tend to every day matters like grocery shopping and house cleaning. One night I arrived home late from a recent visit with my dad, to find my kitchen spotless. A dear friend (who’s mother had died from cancer a few years earlier) and her boyfriend had taken it upon themselves to do the dishes. So simple, and yet so profound. I have never forgotten that sweet, simple gesture.

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User Submission: Duck Tape for Camille

In January 2013 Camille was diagnosed with osteosarcoma in her right tibia, a rare bone cancer. Ten years old at the time, she had been a competitive Irish step dancer and in a matter of weeks, she went from a dance floor to an oncology floor. Because of many complications, she has been hospitalized over 10 times and is currently receiving chemotherapy. During this difficult time, Camille has kept the most positive, creative spirit. She is especially fond of making things out of Duck Tape. She collects the most wild colors and patterns and fashions wallets, key holders, eyeglass cases, the works. Her pieces are precise, functional, fun and very artistic. 

Even with insurance, the costs that attend her treatment, surgeries, check-ups and care are staggering for her mom. Last month, her dance school, the O’Shea-Chaplin Academy of Irish Dance, held a fundraiser for Camille and her family. It was called the “We’re Sticking With You, Camille” campaign and it featured rolls of Duck Tape! Contributors could purchase tape for themselves and/or donate a roll to Camille. One hundred percent of the proceeds was given directly to Camille’s family, along with dozens of rolls of crazily colorful tape for her next projects. 

User Submission: A Simple Kindness on the MBTA

We ride the T almost daily. My husband uses a walker. Every time we are on the T the driver of the bus or a passenger helps him with the walker and someone always gives us both seats if there are none available in the front. This happens whether we are on the subway or a bus.

I can’t help but smile when I see this happen on public transportation. A small kindness that always leaves an impression. Thanks for sharing. — Nate

User Submission: Where Santa Hides

This is not a story of great drama, but it changed my life — perhaps saved it.

At 43 years old I was very ill with an undiagnosed illness for a few years. My family was deceased, my friends long gone and I saw no one but health care workers a few days a week.  Of course the disability payments kept me going but there were no extras.  I was discouraged, exhausted, and so lonely.

Christmas came, though it was unlikely that I would have noticed it except for the knock at the door one day. I didn’t recognize the woman who came in and handed me an envelope with my name on it then quickly left.  When I opened it, five $20 bills fell out.

There was a typed letter that said:

Dear Kathy,

Hope you have a wonderful Christmas.  

Love, Santa


The money was welcome, yes, but the warmth I felt that someone (I had not a clue who) was thinking of me and cared meant the most. The world shifted a bit for me. Maybe things would turn out alright, I thought.

That was 20 years ago. I am still sick, pretty poor, but I live my life with as much joy and color and passion as I can. And whenever I am able, I slide an anonymous card, sweater, or CD to someone who has found a deep bottom.

I do this with gratitude for the opportunity to try to give back all that was given to me in that one envelope, from that special heart.

[Story submitted by Kathy Johnson]

Tracking The Ripple Effect Of Kindness

It was a busy Saturday afternoon just before Christmas.  I was the third person in line at the cash register at Trader Joe’s in Shrewsbury, Massachusetts.  The first person in line was an elderly woman who was having a pleasant conversation with the cashier while helping to pack her 3 bags of groceries.  Behind her, and in front of me, was an athletic looking, middle-aged man.  Just before the elderly woman retrieved her wallet to pay, the man struck up a quiet conversation with the woman and the cashier.  When I saw the elderly woman’s eyes tear up as she gently patted the man’s back, I thought that I had witnessed an act of kindness and generosity. Once the man had left the store I asked the cashier to confirm what I thought I had seen: the man unexpectedly paying for the woman’s groceries.  She told me that was exactly what had happened.  We both expressed gratitude for having witnessed this kindness; and I reflected on this all day.

When I returned home my daughter Emily had just arrived from New York to celebrate the holidays.  I was full of excitement and emotion when I told her the Trader Joe’s story, and she was just as moved as I was. Emily is hard to keep up with because she travels around the globe for a literacy project at Columbia University.   She had just returned from Singapore so she was really raking up the frequent flyer miles that give her a shot at upgrading her seat to first class.  I know it sounds decadent to travel first class but when you live in the air and in hotels, it is a great time to catch up on lagging sleep.  When Emily left after Christmas, the Trader Joe’s incident stayed with her.  When she got to Logan Airport to head for the west coast she was not even close to the top of the list for an upgrade but was given a comfortable bulkhead seat at the front of coach.  Once she was settled in, a flight crew commotion that halted the boarding progress occurred when a woman in a wheelchair was being shuttled to row 25.  Emily offered the woman her seat to be able to have more room and took the woman’s seat in row 25.  After about 10 minutes had passed a flight attendant walked over to Emily in row 25 and offered her a first class seat.  

I believe the positive energy created by the man at Trader Joe’s had an amazing ripple effect for a lot of people.  Thank you to that athletic, middle-aged man in line at Trader Joe’s.


Story submitted by Susan DeLiddo
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