Remember the Random Acts

you will remember the random acts of kindness that have brushed your way, when your way begins to wind down, when the body begins to give up, when exhaustion kicks in--- you will remember the random acts & wonder why you didn’t do the same--- you’ll remember all the times that you questioned your own motivations & went the other way--- you’ll remember that you worried about this or the other & then turned away--- you’ll remember that there had been humans that did more for you than you have ever done for them & you will remember that you’d been influenced by reasons that all added up to nothing. it is the kindness that comes without a tag, it is the kindness that comes without the attempt at getting a gold star from someone, from something, from somewhere, it is Blanche’s “kindness of strangers,” which will be remembered when you lay there on the deathbed--- no, it won’t be the relatives who long for something after, be it material, be it an end to the emotional weight that you seem to have brought them, be it the look in their faces that spin a thousand lies, which do not come with malice but a want to stop the inevitable--- all that is instant all that is permanence coming in slow motion, all this is expected & it will not cloud the moments that another human cared for you, only for the sake of doing so.