#ActsofKindness

[heavyheartedprinceofearth]

H.H.P.E pg 14

[adafruit]

It's Giving Tuesday - A worldwide celebration of generosity 🌍���🤝📢 #GivingTuesday

Join a worldwide celebration of generosity - GivingTuesday is an opportunity for people worldwide to come together through generosity in all its forms by sharing acts of kindness and giving their voice, time, money, goods, and advocacy to support communities and causes. More about Giving Tuesday on their site - https://www.givingtuesday.org/

The posts on Adafruit and its social media are resources, groups, causes, organizations, and more from the Adafruit team and community.

Since we're in the techy and maker circles, we'll spotlight many charities and open-source efforts.

The posts are not sponsored in any way. Adafruit provides paid time off for charity for all team members all year. We also want to thank the Adafruit team for the biggest gift one can give: their time. Many posts are about the charities, groups, and organizations in which the Adafruit team participates.

This year, we are getting the word out about ones we have not covered before, so don't worry if you don't see a previous one here!

Check the past and present posts on Adafruit with the #GivingTuesday tag.

https://blog.adafruit.com/?s=%23GivingTuesday

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[eric-sadahire]

Performing acts of kindness does at least as well as two commonly used therapeutic techniques in treating symptoms of depression and anxiety.

(10-week study finds Goth girl handing out flowers still conflicted with results) 

[allaboutyoupostnthings]

Nine Days of Christmas Wishes for You Day 6 - Compassion

Today, I wish you Compassion. May you feel a deep sense of compassion for those in need, and may you be moved to help them in meaningful ways that resonate deeply within your heart. May you have compassion towards yourself, realizing that none of us are perfect and that we all have our struggles and imperfections that make us human, and in this realization, may you cultivate a deep understanding…

[harmonyhealinghub]

Rebuilding Hope Shaina Tranquilino November 27, 2024

The Smith family stood in the charred remains of what used to be their home. The air still carried the acrid scent of smoke, and the ash on their shoes kicked up with every step. Clara Smith, clutching her youngest son, Ben, stared at the blackened skeleton of the kitchen where she had cooked countless meals. Her husband, Tom, tried to maintain a brave face, though his shoulders drooped with the weight of their loss. Their teenage daughter, Emma, stood silently, tears carving streaks through the soot on her cheeks.

The fire had started late at night, spreading too quickly for them to salvage more than the clothes on their backs. They had barely escaped with their lives.

That morning, as they returned to see what was left, the devastation seemed insurmountable. The photographs, the heirlooms, the little mementos that made the house a home—all gone. Clara felt a heavy ache in her chest as she realized they were truly starting from nothing.

But as the sun climbed higher, so did the noise from the street. One by one, neighbors arrived, arms full of supplies: blankets, clothes, and food. Mrs. Jensen, from two doors down, approached Clara with a casserole dish. “I made your favorite, chicken and rice,” she said softly, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

The Murphys, a young couple who had only recently moved in, carried a bundle of baby clothes for Ben. “We know how hard it is to start over,” they explained.

Tom’s old friend from work, Jorge, pulled up in a truck packed with lumber and tools. “You’ll need a start on rebuilding,” he said, clapping Tom on the back. “We’re with you.”

Even Emma’s classmates showed up, carrying handwritten notes of encouragement and a box of books to replace the ones she’d lost.

At first, Clara was overwhelmed. She didn’t know how to accept such kindness without feeling guilty. But as the day wore on, she saw how everyone’s efforts brought hope to her family. Each gesture, big or small, reminded her of the strength in their community—and that they weren’t alone in this tragedy.

Tom spent the afternoon helping Jorge unload the truck while exchanging plans for rebuilding. Emma joined her friends to sort through the donated clothes, laughing for the first time in days as they unearthed some vintage treasures. Clara found herself in the makeshift kitchen Mrs. Jensen had set up, serving slices of casserole to everyone who had come to help.

That night, the Smith family sat together on a pile of donated blankets under the stars. Their home was gone, but their spirits were not.

Tom broke the silence. “We’ve lost so much,” he began, “but today showed me how much we still have.”

Clara nodded, tears welling in her eyes again, but this time they were tears of gratitude. “Hope can grow from ashes,” she whispered.

Emma leaned against her mom. “And we’ll rebuild. Together.”

Ben, too young to understand the words but sensing the love around him, giggled in Clara’s arms. And for the first time since the fire, the Smith family smiled, warmed not by flames but by the light of human kindness.

[teampropertiesgroup]

🎉✨ Happy Giving Tuesday! 🎁💖

Today, let's unite in the spirit of generosity and kindness. Whether you’re donating your time, resources, or love, every act counts! 🙌💫 Share your favorite causes below and let’s inspire each other to spread joy this festive season! 🌟🤗

[sliceoflife-stories-blog]

🎧Re-presenting Real-Life Heroes #SliceOfLifeStories

[omhussein]

Helping is not just an act; it is a way of life that makes the world a better place. 🌍✨🤝

[ametamorphosisaddiction]

Invite Neighbors for a Joyful Thanksgiving Celebration

Recently, I posted on Nextdoor inviting neighbors who might be spending Thanksgiving alone to join us at my ranch for a spot at our table. I extended the offer to share the holiday with my mother, my boyfriend, and me. The response was overwhelming—not from people wanting to join us, but from those who were amazed by the gesture. The truth is, both my mother and I have always had a soft spot for…

[managementconsultingnc]

✨ Spread Love on World Kindness Day ✨

Today is a reminder that kindness is one of the most powerful gestures we can offer to the world. At Capivis Group, we believe in fostering a culture of compassion and support. Let's reach out with an act of kindness today, big or small, and make the world a warmer place for everyone. Together, let's create waves of kindness that resonate year-round!

[amrtechinsights]

https://amrtechinsights.com/world-kindness-day-2024-activities/

🌍💖 Spread kindness far & wide this #WorldKindnessDay2024! ✨ Join the movement with simple acts of kindness that can make the world a better place. 🌟 From small gestures to big actions, every effort counts! 🙌 #KindnessMatters #SpreadLove #ActsOfKindness #BeTheChange #KindnessChallenge 💫 Let's make the world brighter, one kind act at a time! 🌸

[helenajames1]

Please help and support a gentle soul #Fundraising

Your support can go a lomg way to help and also share

https://gofund.me/4ffd5ec9

[items-worth-buying]

 The Adventures of Captain Kindness Story

Meet Captain Kindness, a superhero who uses the power of empathy to help others in their community! Each adventure teaches young readers about the ripple effects of kindness and the importance of compassion. Join Captain Kindness on a heartwarming journey to make the world a better place!

Buy with 1 dollar

[motivationalpapa]

Kindness Quote

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Thankful Thief Shaina Tranquilino November 23, 2024

The cold November wind bit at Andrew’s fingers as he skulked through the bustling streets, eyes darting between shadows and lampposts. Hunger clawed at his stomach, a gnawing ache that seemed to echo in the hollow of his ribs. It had been days since he’d eaten a decent meal, and longer since he’d felt anything resembling hope.

Tonight, he was desperate enough to try again. A target appeared—an elegant woman in a deep green coat, her auburn hair a halo under the glow of the streetlights. She walked alone, a purse hanging from her shoulder, oblivious to the night’s dangers. This would be quick, Andrew told himself. He wasn’t proud of it, but survival had stripped him of choices.

With nimble fingers honed by necessity, he slipped up behind her. His heart thumped erratically as he reached for the bag’s clasp. Just then, the woman turned, eyes locking onto his with startling clarity. She gasped, but there was no scream, no flight. Her eyes—hazel and warm—swept over his ragged clothes and gaunt face, reading the story in his silence.

“I don’t have anything worth stealing,” she said softly. Her voice wasn’t sharp with fear but steady, edged with a quiet knowing.

Andrew stood frozen, caught between shame and the instinct to flee. “I… I’m sorry,” he muttered, turning to dash away. Before he could, her hand reached out, gentle but firm.

“Wait,” she said. The word held him as if tethered by an invisible line. “Are you hungry?”

Confused, he glanced up, finding kindness where he had expected contempt. He nodded, too stunned to speak.

“Come with me,” she said, nodding to a café down the street. Despite the oddity of the moment, Andrew followed. His stomach made the decision for him.

The café was warm, filled with the rich scents of roasted coffee and freshly baked bread. The contrast to the street outside made Andrew feel even more out of place, but Stella guided him to a booth, ordering food before he could protest.

They sat in silence for a moment as the waitress brought steaming bowls of soup and thick slices of bread. Andrew stared at the food, disbelief warring with gratitude.

“Why?” he finally whispered, looking at Stella as she sipped her tea. She set the cup down with a soft clink.

“Because I’ve been where you are,” she said, a shadow crossing her face. “I was on the streets once, too. Someone helped me when I was at my lowest, and it changed everything. I’m just paying it forward.”

Andrew’s fingers trembled as he picked up the spoon, warmth spreading through him that had little to do with the meal. He ate slowly, each mouthful a mix of nourishment and unexpected hope.

“Thank you,” he said after a while, voice thick with emotion.

“Life is strange,” Stella said, her smile touching her eyes. “Sometimes, it’s the moments we least expect that teach us the most. Take this as a second chance.”

Andrew left that café with more than a full stomach; he left with a spark he hadn’t felt in years. Stella’s kindness had peeled back the armor life had forced him to wear, revealing the part of him that remembered how to dream.

Over the months that followed, Stella’s help turned into more than just one meal. She connected Andrew with a shelter, helped him find odd jobs, and encouraged him with each hesitant step he took back into society.

Years later, on a crisp fall evening not unlike the one when they’d first met, Andrew stood outside a small shop bearing the name The Thankful Table. The bakery was his, filled with fresh bread and pastries, its door open to anyone who needed a hand. Stella visited often, sharing stories and smiles, her eyes as kind as ever.

Andrew had been a thief once, but that night had changed everything. He learned that gratitude was more powerful than survival—it was transformative. And from then on, he lived not just to exist but to make sure others had the chance to do the same.