A Little Kindness Never Hurts

I pass the woman, but when I meet her sad brown eyes, Something godly stirs within me, and I sagely feel, We have a vast spiritual connection, with no surprise Heart demands for me to bring her a decent meal. A youthful distressed whimper makes me look into a child’s face, Adults pass him by, so I gently steer him to the front again, It is clear to me, they have not noticed that he has lost his place. He has been waiting awhile, can you see him now? I ask my cashier friend. The disheveled man who requests money with a sign looks tired. Others pass us by as I hand him my hidden dollars in my shoe. Someone rudely mumbles that he might be drunk or wired. I ignore their ignorance, knowing this situation could be them too. What if my child needed a few dollars to get back home? Would I want nay-saying strangers to treat her meanly and pass her by? What would she do on the streets, alone at night? Where would she roam? Is this part of why I am compassionate? Do I truly know why? All I know is, when I am kind, I am a better and happier me. All I can say is, when I am kind, my spirit angels are proud. All I can tell you is, when I am kind, I feel that I am the best I can be. The key thing, is, I do it, softly, not boastful, and certainly never loud. Written 11-16-2018 Contest: A Little Kindness Never Hurts Sponsor: Brenda Chiri