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I started asking students to write their monthly WIL (about anything) two years ago. This year, I decided
to narrow the focus from Anything Goes to Kindness.
For the first (August) WIL, I asked my students to:
1) Do something kind.
2) Explain what you did.
3) Describe how you felt afterwards.
4) Explain how you think the receiver of your kindness felt.
The results were, well, you decide:
WIL#1
During this hot summer, I did something really kind that I can’t forget. I was walking down a long parking lot from a WinCo over on Kings Canyon Rd and Peach Avenue, and there was this old man struggling with his grocery bags. He looked tired because of the heat, and I could notice it because of how much he was sweating and shortness of breath, so he couldn’t carry them well.
So, after I helped my mom put the groceries in the trunk of our car, I told my mom if she’d be ok if I went to go help the man. She said it was ok and encouraged me to go help him. So, I went to where the old man was, stopped and smiled at the old man, he spoke Spanish but so did I, so I offered my help and took his bags gently. At first, he seemed surprised, but then got all thankful and even got a bit teary. It was like what I was doing meant a lot to him. He said that it meant a lot to him because since he’s older now so is his body so he’s not able to move around like he used to, so me helping him made his day.
Doing this whole thing made me feel something deep. You know how life can be all about rushing and thinking about ourselves and our needs? Well, this was completely different. For those few minutes I didn’t care about my own plans; I just wanted to help the old guy out.
I bet the old man felt all sorts of things—shocked that someone would help, thankful for the relief, and maybe he started believing that people from my generation can be good. This one small act showed that even when life’s hard, there are still people who will lend a hand just to be nice as a common courtesy.
Even though it was just a simple thing, it reminded me that the smallest things are usually the things that have a big impact. I learned how good it feels when people interact and care about each other. And I think it made everyone who was around to witness it stop and think about how anyone can make someone’s day better by even doing small things, but only if we want to.
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I started asking students to write their monthly WIL (about anything) two years ago. This year, I decided
to narrow the focus from Anything Goes to Kindness.
For the first (August) WIL, I asked my students to:
1) Do something kind.
2) Explain what you did.
3) Describe how you felt afterwards.
4) Explain how you think the receiver of your kindness felt.
The results were, well, you decide:
WIL#1
During this hot summer, I did something really kind that I can’t forget. I was walking down a long parking lot from a WinCo over on Kings Canyon Rd and Peach Avenue, and there was this old man struggling with his grocery bags. He looked tired because of the heat, and I could notice it because of how much he was sweating and shortness of breath, so he couldn’t carry them well.
So, after I helped my mom put the groceries in the trunk of our car, I told my mom if she’d be ok if I went to go help the man. She said it was ok and encouraged me to go help him. So, I went to where the old man was, stopped and smiled at the old man, he spoke Spanish but so did I, so I offered my help and took his bags gently. At first, he seemed surprised, but then got all thankful and even got a bit teary. It was like what I was doing meant a lot to him. He said that it meant a lot to him because since he’s older now so is his body so he’s not able to move around like he used to, so me helping him made his day.
Doing this whole thing made me feel something deep. You know how life can be all about rushing and thinking about ourselves and our needs? Well, this was completely different. For those few minutes I didn’t care about my own plans; I just wanted to help the old guy out.
I bet the old man felt all sorts of things—shocked that someone would help, thankful for the relief, and maybe he started believing that people from my generation can be good. This one small act showed that even when life’s hard, there are still people who will lend a hand just to be nice as a common courtesy.
Even though it was just a simple thing, it reminded me that the smallest things are usually the things that have a big impact. I learned how good it feels when people interact and care about each other. And I think it made everyone who was around to witness it stop and think about how anyone can make someone’s day better by even doing small things, but only if we want to.