Anonymous Goods

I live in a condo complex in LA. The neighbors directly above me are a Muslim family of five from Iraq.On one side of me is an Israeli family with 3 kids. On the other side of me is an inter-racial family with 2 kids. While the adults don’t seem totally friendly with each other all the kids play hard and loud together in our mutual front yard. I feel so blessed to see all of the God-narratives co-existing in close proximity with no conflict. I love the fact that this arrangement didn’t even seem unusual to me until I had a visitor from Texas who pointed it out. I love the way a higher harmony finds Its way no matter what. I love this site and I love LA.

This is one of the hardest acts of good I’m working on right now: I love my boyfriend dearly and I don’t know the future of our relationship but I’m facing all of my own personal demons in order to give him the space and shift in the relationship that he requested and still keep my heart open and loving towards him. I am facing things I could have never faced before. In this act of love I am learning to love and embrace all parts of myself so to better equip me to be more available and loving not only for him but others as well. Love has inspired self love that will produce more manifestation of love to those who touch my life. Although he thinks he is hurting me; he is helping me. Thank you J.C.F.!

I visited a church today where the soloist — new to the choir — sang “Dance with my Father Again” for Father’s Day. She sang it beautifully but partway through, she was so moved by the words that she began crying and stopped singing. Everyone in the congregation was enthralled by her moving performance and we all held our breath to see if she would be able to continue singing. The lyrics were showing on a screen at the front of the sanctuary. After a beat or two, I began to sing the song softly for her, and when other people realized what I was doing, they began singing with me, supporting her while she moved through her feelings. After a few more beats, she began singing the song herself and was able to finish her performance beautifully. It was a truly moving moment for everyone — a group experience of anonymous good.

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 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 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.

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.

LLoyd 70th Bday from Bahari with Wishes fr India from peggy callahan on Vimeo.

Here is a video of an amazing good! This man has helped an entire village come out of modern day slavery to freedom. You can hear people who have recently come to freedom talk about what it means and wish the man who helped them a happy birthday. I was lucky enough to see the impact one person could have in life! This video was created by Tawney B — what a great bday present to one man who was honored to make a difference and learn from the villagers in India.