Acts Of Kindness Are Important Characteristics Of A Human Being

Kindness comes in different forms, that can alter someone's day instantly. In “Enrique's Journey”, he witnesses kindness from several people in his time of ultimate weakness. Kindness in my life may not be that extreme, but it is appreciated. Even though giant acts of kindness aren't as prevalent as

I have been blessed beyond measure in my life with the love and support of my family. It is because of that love and support that I feel a strong obligation to be the best person I can be by working hard and caring about the world around me. Through my volunteer work, I have participated in many fundraisers, food and clothing drives. However, my greatest personal growth has come from more direct acts of kindness that go largely unrecognized to anyone other than the recipient. My first experience meeting someone in very unfortunate circumstances occurred when my mother suggested we deliver meals for an Atlanta based organization called Open Hands. Open Hands prepares individualized healthy meals for very ill people living on their own. Open Hands conducted training on a

I walked off the school bus; it was a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, but inside my house it was dark, a cloud had moved over us. I slowly made my way to the door, expecting my mother to greet me but instead my sister opened the door, something was wrong, I knew instantly. When I walked in there sat my three year old little brother playing with his toys in the family room and my parents were sitting on the couch. I looked up at my mom, she had been crying. What is wrong I asked? He is sick my mom said, “Your baby brother is very sick”. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked away, I had been sick before and I got better, so would he.

One cloudy afternoon I was walking to my grandma's house after a long day at school. My grandma always meets me half ways but on that day she parked to pick me up. I thought maybe she was there to take me out to eat, but when I found out why she was there, I wish we would have gone to eat instead. She had a strange look on her face and said we needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible. I asked my grandma why and she told me my sister was in a tragic accident. My little sister was attacked by my uncles pit bull it tore up both her legs ankle to thigh, but we didn’t know all of that information so you could only wonder how I felt when I heard my 4 year old little sister had been attacked by a dog. I was told the dog didn’t want to

* One thing is always sure when you 're a nice person; people will tend to reciprocate in your time of need because as individuals, we 're bound to face challenges, disappointments and looses at some point in our lives. When you 've been nice to others during their struggles, it 's more likely they will return the favor during your hard times. That is just human nature, most of us feel really motivated to help those that have helped us, i am a very sure bet in this regard. It’s an aspect of me that i strive to do more often because i feel that individual has slightly changed my world with his acts of kindness. This is significantly valuable and it makes us feel important which is something we all want as individuals.

Kindness is very important trait to possess, at least in my opinion. The definition of kindness is ‘A state or quality of Having

Kindness can be demonstrated in a number of forms. At school, in home, around neighborhoods, during after school activities, and anywhere else you can imagine. An act of KIndness does not have to change the world,

I have always been told to treat every moment as your last because you never know when life will end. It is, therefore, important to always be kind to everyone, no matter the circumstances. Although this statement seems cliché, it is a challenging lesson to live by. Performing little acts of kindness as seemingly unimportant as holding the door for someone and wishing her good luck is worth so much; I have not only become more aware and appreciative of those around me, but also have tried to brighten every day by complimenting or helping those I

One second I'm putting on my shoes!” I said loud and clear so my parents wouldn't leave me. I run out of my bedroom and see my mom at the door. The car felt as if the whole thing was made out of ice. As we all shivered through the whole car ride we pull up at the hospital. When I walked in, I could smell fresh coffee being made. The smell satisfies my stomach and without a doubt I say ¨Mom! Can I have coffee? Please?¨ She didn’t hear me. My parents ask the front office desk lady for my aunt. She says “Room 4A your first left.” “Thank you.” Says my mother. We see the first left hallway and see my uncle with a heavy face in tears. My uncle and dad start to talk. “Sagi come with me and Ivan go with your father.” Says my mom as she gives my brother a “See you in a bit” kiss. We walk in. It's pitch black and my eyes start to adjust to the darkness. I could smell antiseptic in the air. You can hear noses sniffing and cries of tears. At the right corner I see my aunt's sister and other relatives. At the left corner I see my aunt. My mother walks over to my aunt’s sister's. As I follow my mom I look at my Aunt, she's looking down at something in her arms as tears roll down her soft fragile faces. My mom tells me to be quiet and to sit down. My mother quiety talks to my aunt’s sisters. I wonder what in the hell is going to on?! My head is full of questions. After my mother got the news she approaches my aunt. My aunt looks straight in the eyes at my mom with a bitter face. My mom could feel her misery. A couple of tears ran down my moms face. Minutes pass. “Sweetie come here.” My aunt says with a delicate voice. I walked quietly to her. She puts her hands out. I grave them. She looks down at her arms. As I follow her eyes down I see a baby, Maria Guadalupe. She is tiny as my hand and covered in little chunks of blood. Right there and then I didn't have to ask what was wrong with Maria or why everyone was crying about. My baby cousin had not made it alive. My

An act of kindness that left an incredible impression on me, as a receiver, was a time at school. It is something that I hope to never forget. It was an ordinary day and I was in the lunch line getting ready to leave with my food but was stopped because I was short a few dollars. I did not have any cash on me at the time so there was a high possibility that I was not going to be eating lunch that day. Miraculously I heard an unfamiliar voice say that he would pay for me, I looked over and a man I did not know nor did he know me, cash in hand, gave the lunch-lady his money to pay for me, a complete stranger. Baffled at his generosity and left speechless barely being able to say thank you I left. I had read about random acts of kindness from

One day to day altruistic act I often see is different people holding the door open for me. These people do not benefit from this act yet they do it to be kind. I also like to hold the door open for people walking close behind me. Another altruistic act I often encounter is helping citizens who have been in a car accident. During spring break I was involved in a really bad car accident. I had ran in to the back of a ladies car. As soon as it happened there where many people who stopped to help. One lady came and checked to see if I was alright, while another man directed traffic. Also, I am sure someone called the police because neither I nor the lady had called. I am so grateful for these kind people behaving in an altruistic way just to make sure I was

On March 6, my mom and I were driving home from school and she was acting completely normal. I had known about my Uncle Tom being sick and I knew he was probably going to die that night. My uncle and I didn’t have the strongest relationship, but we still would talk at all of the family gatherings. I was pretty sad that he was going to die, because I felt bad

Kindness is the act of being friendly or generous to others. We as people can choose to hurt or help people by our actions, but most of us choose to help. When we are kind, we don't take advantage of our power, we want to comfort, encourage and strengthen those around us. In the article, “The Science of Good Deeds” the author states that, kindness is a key ingredient that enhances positivity and helps children feel good about themselves as it increases serotonin levels. My example explains that to have a positive attitude about what you do helps you and others feel good about them selfs. Robert J. Furey once said, “ Those who make compassion an essential part of their lives find the joy of life. Kindness deepens the spirit and produces rewards

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

My legs fell right from underneath me as I fumbled to the ground in a weeping mess. I sat on the ground for a while not wanting to move a muscle as this did not feel like reality, but I got up and flew to my dorm, knowing I should call my mother and ask how my father is doing. My worn navy blue thinking chair with a paisley print was calling my name, so I sat down in it as I started to prepare myself to call my mother back. Gently pressing the buttons, I held my phone up to my right ear waiting for my mother to answer. The sound of sniffles and tears instantly filled my ear as my mother told me that my father did have a heart attack and that he was in critical condition at St. Cloud Hospital in Minnesota. I knew the moment she was done with her sentence that I had a major life choice to make; should I go to Minnesota to see my dying father? Or should I stay and finish my semester finals? “Hey Mom? Can you give me a couple of hours to decide?” I murmured gently into the phone, as I was waiting for my inevitable break down. “Of course honey, just please let me know by tomorrow morning, I will talk to you tomorrow, bye honey,” my mother hung up as she knew she could not be strong for me or herself much longer. As soon as I heard the familiar sound of an ended call, I threw my phone