The Inaction of Actions

The Inaction of Actions Grandma, always told me to be kind. She told me never to forget. she told me to always do my best. Grandpa, said much the same thing. Yet he would also question... Was I kind? If I was not. I should always remember; to be kind. Grandpa passed away. I did not get the chance to be there. I cried. Grandma was sick. Before she went to heaven... I was at her side. She asked,... again... "Are you kind?" (a whisper...) and she smiled, as she knew the reply. "Yes." I answered. "I have tried all my life. I believe... I am" (Born-again... I am) I have been kind to others. But that is not the same. I have learned. It was not the lesson. I am kind. Part of the humankind. Part of the race that has "kind" right in it's creation. God bless the human-kind. His hand ever in our making. Kindness, a state of being, but also an action. Pick up the paper and bring it inside. Put it on the table or near the chair. Put the dishes away if they are in the rack. If they are not, do them from scratch. (add to list as you like... There are never enough pages... to write them all down.) Kindness has so many meanings, it has no endings at all. It grows when shared, and can only blossom surrounded in the presence of honest love and a giving heart.