Kindness

— By Johnny Gachanja My boss drove a luxury car everyday and it was my duty to greet him and to open the gates for him, as I worked as a watchman in his villa. But he never responded back to my greetings. One day he saw me opening the …

By Jesse McFadden (as posted in Facebook, June 14, 2020) So this happened in Montana. I’m on my way to go to my interview this morning when I get pulled over by a Montana police officer. I am native American and my friend that was with me is black. Just …

2 men save stranger from burning home in Marion, Indiana By Lindsey Eaton > MARION, Ind. — Two young men busted into a burning home and rescued a stranger Sunday in Marion. Around 2 o’clock Sunday afternoon, Tre Jones and his friend Marcus Harvey smelled smoke nearby.  Once the two …

— By Kath Miles, Grace Lover Yesterday Facebook removed my blogs because they said they were abusive. As I thought about it, I realized that some always have and always will take my writings that way. You see, I write about the outrageous, relentless, miraculous, underserved grace of God. Grace …

By Betty Chadek On a crisp Sunday morning in 1971, my four teenage children and I sat in our usual place in church. The sixth row and right-hand side of the sanctuary was the Chadek aisle.  As the pastor highlighted the weekly announcements, the five of us thumbed through our …

By Jaye LewisIt was June of 1968, and I was fleeing for my life, carrying my two-month-old, baby daughter. My brother had managed to scrape together enough money for a first class ticket on an airplane traveling from Atlanta to Detroit. My first marriage had become too dangerous, and as …

— By Jaye Lewis, © 2002 I only noticed him out of the corner of my eye. I knew he was a Marine from the cut of his uniform, with it’s tightly pressed military creases. Then I heard him, speaking low with a kind of hiss. He was not speaking …

— By Kathy Anne Pippig (Harris) I live in a shelter, alone in a cageWith food, and a towel on which to sleepI’m small, with spiky fur, and of kitten ageFolks come here looking for a friend to keepSome days others and myself are taken to a homeA place where …

— By Jon Gordon I found one of the keys to life on a golf course. Golf course, you might wonder? How could a game that makes grown men cry like babies and throw their clubs like toddlers hold the key to anything but frustration and pain? It’s simple really. …

— By Aldous Huxley, It was a COLD, WINDY DAY in Chicago. The time… 6:00am. The place… O’Hare Airport. The mood… tired! I was going through airport security with 300 of my “closest friends.” As I successfully walked through the scanner, I glanced to my right and one of the …