see http://www.dannywallace.com/books_raok.html
by performing random acts of kindness we can improve the world around us, post yours below, I'll start.
I sent a postcard to Bristol Central Library thanking the Librarians for doing such a great job. I have never been to this Library in my life, I am sure they must do much good though.
Not much really for starters, but am just warming up... join in!
Originally posted by Ragnoraknot random agreed, but nevertheless a nice gesture which will brighten 50 peoples day
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Kinda missing the whole 'random' part of 'random acts of kindness'
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Invigorate (in Brighton yes?) are the Market Diner doing something similar? 50 Gutbusters to their most regular customers? 🙄
Nice one too xs 🙂
Here's one from the book - As a group sponsor one of the Rubbish Animals at the Zoo. Monkey's get all the Money, pity the Slow Loris.
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Originally posted by Starrmanit is in a similar vein yes! the guy who did it is responsible for http://www.join-me.co.uk/ which is a collective of kind people!
This is like the reverse of flash mobbing 🙂
I can't currently think of anything, but I shall dwell on the subject till I do.
I think it has had it's mileage in terms of publicity, but still worth the kindness it spreads 🙂
Edit - I haven't a clue what a Lorri is, but I will see if Twycross Zoo has one, in which case it is due some serious sponsorship!
One time i saw an elderly disabled man who couldnt get up a huge spiral ramp that leads to the C-train station, and all these people were just walking by, no body paid attention, so i watched for a min and realized that he was stuck and no body had the heart to even ask him if he was okay? So i pushed him up the ramp, up another ramp, took him to an elevator inside the C-train, took him down, and stayed with him until he got on the c-train, great conversation actually. He was a really good person, but i thought it was pretty rude how nobody would help.
Matt
I might have already posted this, since it is one of my favorite stories to tell. Not so far off topic either....
I was working for this guy cleaning all the state parks in RI... we also did grass cutting for the parks... but I was more on the trash end.
My boss George was about 54 at the time? Our trash truck broke down near the dump, and we got out to check the battery. He told me he's had problems with the battery, there was oxidation all over the thing. He began to run a screw driver over the post right in the direction of his other hand.
I said, "Watch your other hand...".
He put the screw driver down and looked me right in the eyes.
"No one has EVER told me to 'watch it', BEFORE I got hurt". That made me feel good, since I really respected the guy.
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at my uni we have a tradition steeped in history (as most traditions are...) entitled "rasin weekend". basically, it is an excuse for the biggest piss-up on the academic calander (that's right - bigger than freshers week!). us first years have to find and male and female 3rd or 4th year to be our "academic parents" and they get us drunk and blah-de-blah (i somehow stayed sober for the whole weekend...i have no idea how...also-it culminates in a big foam fight in St Sally's quad! 😀)
anyway - the parents have to set us little children tasks, such a getting a local chip shop to deep-fry a pineapple, or buying condoms and a banana from tesco's and asking the casheire to "demonstrate". but yes-jacko (...some of you may remember him...) was given a nice little task by his dad - his dad provided him with a box of chocolate fingers, and he had to give one to anyone he saw in the street who didn't seem to be having a good day 🙂
his mum made him dress up in diving gear and ask random people the way to the beach...but yeah...
I was in a cafe nursing an expresso and a hangover when i spied a little old lady trying to cross the busy street outside, without success. At first i didn't take any notice, but five minutes later i saw she was still there. Every now and then she would start out with a few faltering steps, only to be cowed back to the kerb by an oncoming car blaring its horn. So i made a decision. Right there and then i left my coveted window stool, abandoning my expresso to the inexorable laws of entropy, and rushed outside. Her face lit up as I approached. I tipped my hat and said 'Have a nice day, ma'am', and then went on my way. Old people appreciate courtesy. I bet i made her day. I felt good about myself all the way home, and for the rest of the day as well. My last thought before dropping off to sleep was 'I'm a really nice person'.