1000 goods for Deb Wolf

I challenge all of my family and friends of Deb to each post at least one act of kindness each week for the rest of the year. Kindnesses posted can remind you of Deb and her fast, funny time on this earth or they can be random and beautiful on their own. You decide.

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Supporting Goods

My fiance and I hosted a new friend in town for dinner at a great restaurant by the beach. She was traveling with her high school age son, visiting a college which happened to be my fiance’s Alma Mater. Over a great meal with friends we had a view of the sunset and a wonderful time becoming acquainted. While her son chatted away with my fiance, getting tips and connections for the college, my friends and I turned our own conversation to AnonymousGood.org At one point my new friend became thoughtful and quiet. She then revealed she was a Drug and Alcohol Rehabilitation Counselor at a well known facility in Minnesota. She told us that performing and posting acts of kindness would be a perfect way for recovering addicts to move forward along their difficult Twelve-Step journey. In the end it turned out that the good energy and help from my fiance convinced her son to choose the local college and made her feel much better about sending him to Los Angeles on his own. So..our original kindness, simply treating friends to dinner, rippled and magnified until it became, not only a comfort for a mother and support for her son in his new big adventure but also a limitless possibility to help heal so many on their road to recovery. …Isn’t it amazing how quickly one small good expands into the universe…

A family member of mine, M, has been out of work for a while and needed help revising his resume for a dream job he is shooting for. I connected him with a friend who has a business honing resumes with a high success rate. She offered a great friends and family rate for her service and sent me a thank you note for the connection. Though he would never admit it, I knew M would have trouble raising the cash to invest in himself so I sent him an encouraging card this morning with a check to cover the cost of the resume service and some extra cash so he could do something nice for his wife for Mother’s Day. In the subject space on the check, I wrote…Because I believe in you…

I had dinner with friends and the waitress was so helpful I told her I was going to give her a hug. She smiled and said “I’ll take a hug” then carried on with her business. When we got up to leave I didn’t see her so I went back near the kitchen to find her, as she came out I said “I came to give you your hug” she started laughing and we hugged. She said “I totally love you! I could tell when you walked in by your face you have such good energy”. What a cool thing to say. That made me feel so good. She said “I hope you come back…. I’m one of the managers, come I in and I’ll buy you lunch”. I love it!!! I feel good again writing this – thanks anonymousgood!!

A young person in our neighborhood set up a “Little Library” in front of his (or her) house. I often pass when walking the dogs but have never met the creator of this little gem. Not long ago I stopped and borrowed a wonderful book , “The Art of Racing in the Rain”, by Garth Stein, which I love! To thank the “Librarian” I wrote a card and inserted $5 as a donation toward “Operating Costs” and left it along with 2 of my own books about dogs that I have gifted to the Little Library. Next time I passed there was a post it with a note thanking me. Such a creative and heartwarming idea and always gives me a smile when I go by.

This summer we learned that my good friend Deb was in the final throes of Stage Four Breast Cancer. Deb, not much older than I was now on an oxygen tank, but still at home where she ran her own on-line antiques business. Deb was always so proud of her gardens and would bring us vegetables and flowers to my family to enjoy. When we realized she was not getting around so well I organized my LARGE, extended family to help. In my family we have several great “Handy Men” and many great gardeners. We did three trips to Deb’s house this summer. The first was with two uncles who fixed broken light fixtures, rebuilt the deck and dug a drainage ditch to keep the heavy rains from flooding Deb’s Garage. The next group I organized were my mother, my sister and my aunts who are all expert gardeners. These women mowed the lawn, weeded and put Deb’s Gardens back into tip top shape so she could enjoy the view over her yard from the newly rebuilt deck and she could relax and not stress that her beautiful landscape was falling into disarray. The last group I organized was my uncle Jim and all my young nephews and cousins to cut and load firewood on our farm and deliver it to Deb for her wood buring stove for the winter….(which comes early in Buffalo , NY!)…Deb was beyond the moon with our visits and though she could only talk in a whisper, she told us how much she appreciated our help. Sadly we lost Deb in November of 2013… But her spirit lives on. Never underestimate the small things you can do to brighten someone’s world. Take the time to listen to them to see what matters and ACT on it! Deb’s life were her gardens and we saved them for her to see. Such a small act with such BIG impact… Deb , we miss you…and your zucchini…

My nephew, a Junior at Boulder High in Colorado chooses to sit everyday at lunch with the students from the “Special Education Classes” . The gamut at this table runs from students with slight social issues to the severely mentally and physically impaired. Since my nephew is bi-lingual , he makes it a point to converse in Spanish with one young Hispanic girl, who, in a wheel chair, is so physically challenged she must have an aid help her eat. When he first began speaking to her , her eyes widened and she gave a big smile. After a few days she mustered the words (in Spanish) to ask him …”if she could tell her Mom about him?”… Of course he said SURE! My nephew never even told his own Mom, my sister, that he was doing this every day. A few weeks later at a parent – teacher conference my sister attended , a shy young mother approached her. Relieved when she realized my sister spoke Spanish as well, she told her how thankful she was that my nephew sat and spoke with her daughter every day. She said …” The difference in my daughter now is amazing. She laughs, she smiles and she recounts the stories your son shares with her. She looks forward to going to school and getting ready in the morning to get her there is no longer a struggle.All this because one person, your son, chose to slow down and take the time to notice her and to share. Thank you for raising a boy with such kindness.” As you can imagine, my sister was at a loss for words…but not for tears.