40 Kindness Secrets

Uplift your day. Here’s some loving to add sweetness to life.

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PostSecret is an ongoing community mail art project with a hugely popular website, created by Frank Warren, where people from all over the world mail their secrets anonymously on a homemade postcard. 

Sometimes uplifting, frequently poignant, the postcards cover every imaginable theme; love, loss, gratitude, friendship, life, death, relationships and Kindness…

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“My friend just died. I don’t know what to do.”

I’m glad I got to read this, and I hope others who are going through hardships do, too. It’s a very realistic advice. It’s neither harsh nor sugar-coated, but a very truthful and realistic point of view of what it feels like to go through a hardship, but also what it’ll feel as you survive and weather the storm.

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the grief cycleAlright, here goes. I’m old. What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not.

I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here’s my two cents.

I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter”. I don’t want it to be something that just passes.

My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it…

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