Do a good dead. Anonymously.
Why do we do things for others?
When they ask? When some rich well known person gets up on television and asks? When you see the bin for tins for the poor?
When I was in grade 3 I saw the Jerry Lewis Telethon and while the parents were still in bed I was off going door to door asking for donations and when they finally roused from their sleep, we drove down and dumped it into the big glass bowl.
There was no one reading out a pledge, patting me on the back or admiring my hutzpah for going out and doing that (in fact the step dad was grumpy, tired and grumbled all the way down to drop the money off).
It was the feeling of doing something, small, for someone else.
Cities have grown bigger, people are physically closer together, so they seek any distance and privacy they can get from others and…
…we all dwell in a cramped hothouse of desperate isolation.
This week I have been struggling with a back issue that is having a very pronounced affect on everything, from numbness in my hands/arms to knees giving out for no obvious reason, along with never ending pain in the lower back.
The visit to the walk-in clinic I will go through later.
We had some nasty weather, wrecked havoc on trees, increased the amount of water flowing in rivers and made the birds walk instead of fly for a couple days.
Next door, the lady had done her grass just before the storm hit, and she has a lovely big tree in her yard, so after the storm passed her yard was full of downed branches, twigs and sticks.
After a few days Precious and I decided to clean up her yard.
We both picked up branches, sticks and twigs, piling them off to the side for easy removal however she wished to do it.
Precious enjoyed it, she has always loved sticks.
I do not really know the neighbor, other than she works long hours, and part of me did imagine someone might mind another person picking up downed branches in their yard.
We completed our task, finished our walk and continued on with our week.
Last night I wrote down the new job listings for another neighbor, who I know is looking for a job but does not have a computer in house and has to go to the job center.
Tucked the note into his front door, unsigned.
Again, he might mind receiving notes with possible job leads, or he might appreciate the heads up days before he could go check at the office in person.
Non judgmental, as I do not care who works where, doing what, as long as no one gets hurt and your happy.
I know he is a decent fellow who pats my dog on occasion and ignores her flurry of barking demands for attention at others, which I heartily approve of, she will learn that she won’t get attention that way.
Nothing big, no one is going to say thank you but perhaps it made someone’s day a little easier.
People lost the desire to be kind to each other somewhere along the way the sentence “what do I get out of it?” became more important than being a good person or even an outlying part of the community.
Religion does not enter into it.
Besides, Precious and I needed the exercise (and she has not played with sticks in years).