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  admin

  Who has been the kindest person in your life? A parent, a teacher, a friend?

  29 Jun 2010 08:06 pm

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  Di

  Hello,

  I wish to join the forum and discussion group and can’t see where to join up. I can only see the user name and password, not a joining section. Can you help please? Cheers Di

  30 Jun 2010 09:06 am

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  Bharat Pathak

  How can one compare Kindness? Kindness is kindness. One kindness can not be better than or worse than the other. How can we compare blessings of God? All blessings are blessings.

  I feel that parent, teachers and friends, all were equally kind to me. If we try to compare their kindness, which according to me is not a just act, parents top the list.

  30 Jun 2010 02:06 pm

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  Crystal

  Mom and Dad and Julie my friend

  30 Jun 2010 02:06 pm

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  Kathy

  God is the kindest person in my life.

  30 Jun 2010 09:06 pm

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  Dorothy Brogan

  God is my savior forever.
  My mother was my best friend for 96 years of her life.

  08 Jul 2010 02:07 pm

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  Denice Kvale

  God has been the kindest person in my life. He’s always there when I needed him, never judges me, give’s me hope when all else has failed, gives me love, guidance and a promise that he will never leave me nor forsake me. He understands me like no other.

  14 Jul 2010 03:07 pm

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  John McAdoo

  God is the ony one who can save this great nation,my wife is my best friend in life after the Lord Jesus.

  14 Jul 2010 03:07 pm

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  musikus

  I have the same problem as Di, I cannot find out how to join up, can anyone help me please? Musikus

  14 Jul 2010 04:07 pm

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  Bob W.

  I have the same question as Di. How do I get registered to join the forum, etc.?

  14 Jul 2010 04:07 pm

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  Shirley Daniel

  Kindness just flows from your heart, as this can be described by the parable said by our Lord Jesus as the parable of the good Samaritan.And this is the parable.A man was travelling on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho and as he was half way he was confronted by bandits who beat him up throughly and took away all his belongings and left him by the wayside.
  There happened to pass by a Pharisee and seeing the man passed by on the other side as he had no time or did not want to be involved,and after sometime a Levite came and when he saw the man he thought that by helping him he will be committing a sin and so he too passed on and then there came a Samaritan (Outcast) who when he saw the man got off his donkey and washed his wounds with water tore his own garment and bandaged them up and put him on his donkey and brought him to an inn and instructed the keeper to look after him and gave the keeper money and told to take special care of him and if there is more to be paid that when he returned he will pay.So now who is the good person? and what is kindness? You can see for yourselves.

  15 Jul 2010 01:07 pm

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  admin

  Be sure to post your examples of Kindness here, guys!

  29 Jul 2010 11:07 pm

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  jean

  Yes, kindness shown to me by my son and daughter.
  My son lives close to me and he volunteers to help us so much with anything we need done and he has a very important job, that takes him on frequent trips.
  My daughter, also lives close by, and she has volunteered to have our lawn done, we have 2/3 acres, and is paying to have it taken care of by a group of people, that does her yard, and she is in a patio home, and has her very busy job also.
  I THANK GOD DAILY, for my 2 children and as I age, they are helping me, and know I need help at this time in my life, my husband and I are on a fixed income, and unfortunately cannot do the yard ourselves any longer.
  GOD IS GOOD ALWAYS! and HE listens!…don’t ever doubt it.
  HE makes things work in HIS TIME.
  thank you JESUS FOR MY FAMILY.

  30 Jul 2010 12:07 am

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  jpsdaughter

  A couple of years ago I lost my mother; an uncle that was living with us; & then our house burned down at Thanksgiving all just months with in each other. Well the usual folk came to help me & my sons such as the firemen; the police department; the ambulance; & my wonderful neighbors. All were there to help put out the fire and make sure we were alright.God bless them all. Then in the spirit of the holidays we started to hear from people as far as 100 miles away bringing us clothing for me & my boys. So much so that i had to give some back to the community services for the under privalidge. Then several others offered apliances (but i had no where to go with them). Then my co-workers worked like elves trying to find a means to collect monies to help with medical and food supplies. It was all amazing…but the thing that touched my heart was a care packet that was given to me from a woman who lived almost 70 miles away..She was very polite and modist. She handed me the package and said that she would remember me & mine in daily prayer.. I thanked her and went on my way back home. She just glowed with kindness. As i opened the package there was clothing for me. The type of outfits you wore to church all very nice and wraped with love as if they were Christmas presents. It just felt so good that someone would take such extra effort to have us feel loved. Then as i kept pulling out these gifts…there was a special package filled with very nice jewlery & nik-nacks…I thought surley she didn’t intend for these to be in there.. So i called her up and in a very sweet & loving voice she said…I wanted you to have them because you needed something special for the Christmas Holiday…That just brought tears to my eyes because of all those who came to my aid she treated me as family… I will always ask God to Bless her as she blessed me with her love and kindness. I was not just a victum i was someone to be loved.

  30 Jul 2010 02:07 am

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  marilynpdn

  thankyou for this venue to remind me to be kind

  30 Jul 2010 03:07 pm

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  Magnoliaflora

  One of the kindest acts for me personally occurred during my teenage years. Having several younger brothers, Mom appeared too busy taking care of the siblings’ needs to spend the quality time ensuring that I would make the right decisions and choices. During a time of maturation and in conjunction with being intelligent, smart, pretty, and an adventurous young lady, God placed a wonderful, loving lady into my life. Being a neighbor, this Christian woman directed my interests toward church, sports, girl’s clubs, Sunday school classes and appropriate hobbies! How fortunate I was to have such a wonderful person to see the real needs of a teenager! Thank God for her direction, kindness, and concern demonstrated by her reaching out appropriately to the other children within her neighborhood.

  31 Jul 2010 03:07 pm

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  lvwinner32

  The following is an article that my daughter wrote. Since it personifies an act of kindness you may wish to use it in a future issue;
  My Memorial Day Present
  by Gwen Cline
  Gwen and her husband John live in Las Vegas with two Labs and a very lucky cat. This story is about the rescue and survival of a cat they named Offramp Kitty.
  Memorial Day 2006 is a day I will always remember. Two years have passed since my brother John died of melanoma cancer. I was very distressed since I did not make it in time to order flowers for John’s grave in New Hampshire. I felt so bad that I didn’t send a memorial gift of flowers to let him know he was remembered on this day.
  My brother John had a severe physical handicap. Although he had very little materially, my brother was loving, generous and kindhearted. As a result of neurosurgery for a brain tumor when he was a baby, John walked with an uncoordinated lumbering gait and was often treated insensitively, but he was always forgiving. John loved animals and was especially fond of cats. He lived in the city and through the years provided food and shelter for numerous abandoned cats.
  Since I didn’t send Memorial Day flowers, I hoped my brother heard my prayers that I missed him and loved him.
  My husband and I were on our way to the Golden Nugget Casino for breakfast. As we entered the off ramp to Main Street, my husband John said “Oh my God!” “What?” I said. “Nothing,” he replied. “What did you see?” I said. “It was nothing Gwen. I’m not sure what I saw.” I looked at him and he read my puzzled expression. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to tell me and I was too depressed––thinking about my brother John––to talk.
  The hostess escorted us to our table at the Golden Nugget Café. The server handed us menus and we’re quiet now studying the breakfast selections on the menu, when John exclaimed, “God, I should have gone back!” “What?” I said. “I’m not sure but I think I saw a cat that was run over on the highway just before making it to the off ramp.” “No!” I said. “Why didn’t you tell me!” “Because I’m not sure,” he said. “Besides Gwen, if it’s what I thought I saw, he has been so badly injured he could only lift his head.”
  The server appeared and took our order. I said “John we have to go back.” “I know,” he said. “But what if he’s mangled?” “Regardless, we have to remove him. We can’t leave that poor cat there in this heat.” “Alright let’s go back,” he said. By now neither of us cared to eat our breakfast, so we hurriedly forced the food down while wishing we didn’t have to eat any of it.
  We paid our bill and rushed to our car. “How long do you think the poor cat has been on the side of the highway?” I asked. “Probably for hours, he may be dead by now.” John said. “Hurry!” I’m watching for anything that resembles a cat, when all of a sudden I see what looks like a kitty’s head rise up from the scorching hot pavement. “My God John you’re right he looked at me right in the eyes! Hurry please.” “All right, Gwen, I’ll go down the ramp and park in the Golden Nugget parking lot. Give me that towel in the back seat.” I did and John parked in the first available space and we jumped out running toward the ramp.
  “I can’t see him John.” “I know, the wall curves we don’t know how much farther he’s up the ramp.” “How can we get to him? The speeding cars are coming towards us and we’ll get hit!” “Give me that towel, I’m going after him.” John said. “Stop John!” I screamed! “You’re going to get killed!” John just kept walking fast till I couldn’t see him around the winding wall of the off ramp. I heard cars beeping and one came so close to hitting John as he came back with a little bundle wrapped in the towel.
  “Here” he said “take him and get back to the car.” We ran to the car and immediately put the air conditioner on. I pulled the towel back and looked into the eyes of the dirtiest cat I’d ever seen. “He has no nails.” I said. “Someone had him declawed, the poor kitty.” “He can’t move either.” I said. “He’s probably crippled Gwen.” John said. “No he can move his feet but he’s dragging his lower body.” I said.
  We finally got home and I made a bed of towels for the kitty and he let me examine him. Meanwhile my feisty Chihuahua Corky was barking loudly and alerted the two Labs in our house that we had a cat in the back yard and got them all stirred up.
  We knew with three dogs we couldn’t have a cat too. Corky was too unruly and aggressive; but we couldn’t think about that right now. I rushed to the store and bought premium cat food and hurried home to feed him. I gave him water and he drank and ate all I gave him. Mostly water though. I believe he was in shock. I decided to try to wash him ever so gently by pouring lukewarm water over him and gently massaging no tears shampoo into his tangled fur. But no matter how gentle I was I knew he would need at least ten washing to ever get him clean. I was mostly just trying to make him feel better. Who knows how long this poor kitty laid in the scorching Las Vegas heat or flat on the hot pavement with cars zooming by him.
  We decided to keep the cat in the shade in our back yard with lots of clean towels until the day after the holiday. He wasn’t in any condition to run away and we hoped to find a vet that could tell us what was wrong with the poor kitty. Well with fortuitous luck, John and I were in our yard and our next-door neighbor was in her yard when John said, “Hey remember she said she lost a cat?” “No” I said, “that was the other neighbor”. “No, I’m sure it was her.” he said. “Go ask her.” he insisted. “No, I’m telling you it wasn’t her.” Well to pacify him I walked over and asked, and sure enough she said no and then said why? I told her about our Memorial Day discovery. Having cats herself she had to take a look. “Oh what a sweet Kitty,” she said “how terrible. How could such a horrible thing happen to that poor kitty” Then her husband came over. He too had to take a look. “That‘s a shame” he said, “that poor cat has been through a lot.” “We know.” we said. “We need to get him x-rays.” “Who you taking him to?” “We don’t know. It was Memorial Day yesterday so we thought we’d find someone today but we’re not sure who to take him to. We don’t have money for anything major. We put out so much trying to help family that we’re strapped, we just can’t pay out anymore.” Our neighbor said, “I’ll tell you of a really remarkable vet I think she can help you.”
  So I took him to this amazing veterinarian hospital with the most beautiful kitties I’ve ever seen. Every one of them was so calm and beautiful but there was something different about them, I felt angels had just surrounded me. They looked at Offramp Kitty as if to say welcome, we were just like you at one time. My poor crippled kitty looked up into my eyes as if to say thank you I know I’m going to be taken care of. An assistant to the veterinarian asked me to place the kitty into a carrier she had, while I fill out paper work. I said “I can only afford to have x-rays done.” “But there may be serious complications,” she said. “I know I just don’t have the money.” She understood and said I’ll call you once we have the reading by the doctor. I said, “His name is Offramp.” “Excuse me,” she said. I said, “His name is Offramp Kitty, my husband named him. “What is Offramp Kitty?” she looked puzzled. I said he was run over and saved from the off ramp of the highway. The next day I received a call from the veterinarian. She was a soft-spoken woman and told me the dreadful news. “Offramp kitty is in critical need of an operation. His pelvis is broken, and he has a hernia that is enlarged. He’s in life-threatening condition and must have immediate surgery.” She proceeded to tell me it would cost over $1,000 dollars. “Oh my God! I can’t afford it, we don’t have it,” I said. “What are we going to do?” She then said, “I have an emergency kitty fund for cases like this and I know it will take all the money I have in it but I will use it to try to save Offramp. In all my years I have never seen such a dirty kitty and this kitty has been in wretched condition for a long time.” She said, “I’m going through with the surgery but I have to tell you he cannot live outdoors ever! You must care for him in your house or find him a very caring home.” I told her I had a feisty Chihuahua of ten years that ruled the house and I felt it impossible to keep him there with three dogs. I told her I would search for the perfect home.
  Days went by and I called hoping the doctor decided to keep Offramp just like the other handicapped kitties she had mercifully adopted. I did have some news for the doctor. A young woman I worked with told her mother about him and she wanted to take him. Being the animal lover I am, I had a lump in my throat at the thought of handing over Offramp.
  The assistant told the doctor I was on the phone and she told her assistant to tell me how serious Offramp’s condition was and that he could have died on the operating table. After hearing how much Offramp had gone through I then asked when I could pick him up. The assistant again put me on hold and spoke with the doctor, returning to tell me that Offramp wasn’t going anywhere for a very, very long time. I could stop by to see him but he had to stay there for a long time, he needed a lot of time to recuperate. I now thought because the doctor had saved Offramp that she probably took to him and would keep him. I didn’t think I would see him again and it was probably best to leave things alone as my husband suggested. We couldn’t pay for the surgery so leave him be. I felt dreadful that we couldn’t pay for his surgery and meanwhile my little feisty Chihuahua was not feeling well. I had rescued him two days before getting ruffed up by my female black Lab in the back yard. She didn’t break any skin but she finally had her say to make him mind and I heard him cry. It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever heard from him. I ran to the back yard and yelled you better leave him alone Gracie May! I noticed Corky like a little kid on a playground with his shoulder up against the side of the house just sitting there. I picked him up and said, “Oh my poor baby.” The next day he seemed very sick, he ran a fever and he vomited. I work nights and the night after I came home to a sight I couldn’t believe. Corky had a blood clot that protruded far above his back; I had never seen anything like it.
  I rushed Corky to the vet. He was put on morphine and IV for fluids. I would have to wait for the results in the morning. Morning came and the vet said, “I have very bad news about Corky. He’s very ill and has a 50% chance of surviving; if he does live he’ll be on diabetic medication for the rest of his life. He has a pancreatic infection and peritonitis. He was vomiting and has diarrhea.”
  I quickly went to be with him. When I saw Corky it was as though my dog had changed over hours, I was losing him and to put him through the treatment the doctor told me about would only prolong his agony. The doctor felt he might not even make it through the surgical procedures. I was devastated. I had saved a life and was losing my beloved little dog. I told the vet to give him a sedative and then he could administer the last shot that would forever take my dear Chihuahua. I told Corky I loved him; he then looked deeply into my eyes. With a face like a white seal and with eyes as black and as beautiful; he just stared at me as if to say I’m so sick, I can’t go through this. The vet looked at me and added the shot into his IV. Corky laid his head down on his feet and went to sleep. In a daze questioning myself on what I had just done to my beloved dog I left in a fog. My dad drove me to his house and we both cried.
  Look dad said, you love your animals so much it’s killing you every time you lose one. Now listen to me he said, “No more animals after the ones you have go!” “Your right dad, I’m done.” “Now Gwen,” he said, “don’t take that cat. Your dogs won’t want him and it’s not right to upset them.” “Don’t worry dad, I think the vet wants him anyway.” “Just explain to her that you have dogs.”
  Well a month and a half went by and I received a call from Offramp’s doctor. “Offramp has gone through a lot but he’s ready to leave. Do you have a home for this very special kitty? This is not just any kitty,” the vet continued to say. “Offramp was in such poor health that when the surgeon opened him up he noticed his organs were so swollen that they had begun to fuse to each other. The surgeon literally cleaned the removed organs, separating them and put them back together. The surgeon said in all his years he had never seen a cat survive in the condition Offramp was in.” I told the vet I had the perfect home for Offramp, he was coming home to stay with my husband and two Labs and we couldn’t wait to get him. With Corky gone, it seemed natural for him to come here now.
  When I went to pick Offramp up I couldn’t believe my eyes, he was the cleanest most beautiful kitty, and the next thing I noticed was he had nails! The vet said he had lost his nails and the pads to his feet but he’s all healed there now. This was also the first time I had the privilege of making the acquaintance of this lovely compassionate doctor. She held Offramp in her arms and kissed him over and over and said I love you. In all my years of having animals I have never met a doctor like this women. She is a gift from God to our loving animals. I have no doubt I was on the receiving end on Memorial Day! I couldn’t ask for a more appropriate gift of love from my brother John!

  PS

  My daughter is the author of two children’s books: Behind the Walls of the Old Stone House and The Oaktree Kids.

  01 Aug 2010 12:08 am

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  jun lacsamana

  two decades ago, my girlfiend, who is now my wife and i were taking a shelter at a waiting shed at bf homes, sucat, paranaque, philippines. this happened after a great storm hit our area that caused us to be we are strandded because of the flood that we could not go home. then a fine gentleman noticed us and offered us a ride. being friendly and very concerned about our situation, brought us to a classy chinese restaurant and treated us to a sumptous dinner. very grateful to him, we asked his name and he gave us a calling card. he was working on a good gas supply company and owns a hardware store in our area. then he brought us to a place where we can take a ride home, so thankful for the kindness he has shown us.

  before getting married, we thought of finding him so we can invite him to our wedding but we were not able to reach him and so return to him the good favor he has given to us. he is no longer the owner of the hardware store he once had. the Lord bless him wherever he is.

  02 Aug 2010 11:08 am

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