Tell us about the time when you performed a secret random act of kindness — where the recipient of your kindness never found out about your good deed. How did the deed go down?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SECRET.
I’m sure I secretly did something nice once. I just don’t remember what.
Mr. Raven, he’s the nice one. He mowed our neighbor’s lawn; the neighbor with cancer. I had been wondering what I could do for her. He went over and did something.
Some months later, when I met her at the mailbox, the neighbor said she had something for me at the house. Whatever for? For being such good neighbors.
I felt wretched. I hadn’t done anything nice. I didn’t deserve a gift. It would be Mr. Raven’s gift. We walked to her house together and she gave me a lovely, rustic looking birdhouse.
I love birdhouses! It made me weepy. Sometimes I’m just soppy like that.
Today I gave her a Christmas card and two homemade felt bird ornaments. Tomorrow I’m going to walk her dog.