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My Children’s Act of Kindness Toward a Stranger on the Bus on Our Trip to Japan

The most beautiful sight of a place is still, the people we encounter on our travels, translated…

As we exited the Hiroshima station of the Shinkansen that day, the afternoon from the previous day, our flight landed, with the rainy fronts, that followed us, all the way here, from Kobe.  But as travelers, we have no right to get upset over the weather, our next stop was the Shukkei-en, and we’d still, alighted the bus, and arrived there.

Different than how quiet the nighttime port of Kobe had been, the noontime station at Hiroshima was rowdy and populated, especially, there were so many faces of, foreigners, as a city, known during the war.  We’d followed the signs to before the bus stop, with already a long line before us, as we alighted, we were lucky to find a double-seat, and I’d, sat my children down.

On the way, not very many passengers got off, but there were people who’d climbed onboard along each and every stop, and, the crowd pushed me away from the seats, as we were about to arrive, I’d found that my daughter had my son on her lap, and the two of them leaned in to the windows and chit-chatted in their whispers, and, on the next seat, here was, a young boy, who’s about my son’s age, with blonde hair, blue eyes.  I’d called out to my children that we’re, getting off, the young boy first looked confused, then, seeing my children get up, he’d understood that they were, getting off, and, sat slanted, to allow them to get out.

As I was about to get off, I’d felt that someone grabbed my arm, I’d lifted my eyes, saw this, Caucasian woman, saying thank you to me repeatedly, as a mother, my instinct told me, that this must be that young boy’s mother.  Her thanks came from how my children, as they were sitting on the crowded bus, seeing that young boy get on, and sat together, and gave the boy a seat, so he won’t have to bump on the ride.  I’d returned her smile with my smile, took my children off the bus.  As I turned around to look, the two of them, mother and son sat by the windows, and waved hard to us, “bye-bye!”, and we’d, called back loudly too, knowing, that they can’t hear a thing on that crowded bus.

The rain still continued drizzling down, but it’d not affected the travelers one bit. The three children from two different countries, squished together in that tight seating space, but, the kindness was so wide.  As we’d headed to the Shukkei-en, it’s said that it was a miniature identical-twin of the sights of Xihu, but in my mind, my children already gave me that amazing scene on the bus ride from Hiroshima.

And so, this is the kindness of children working, and, this is the act of kindness from strangers, the children saw the need of that little boy who’s unsteady on the bus, and, gave a seat to him, and this kindness still doesn’t come from nowhere, it comes from the kids, being taught, and watching and modeling after their adults’ behaviors in their daily lives.

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A Wedding Present of Kindness

How her friend’s kindness toward her, touched her very deeply, got her started in helping others in need, because she was helped, offered assistance by her friend from before, translated…

My room and board had been covered by the factory I work in, so I’d, sent my wages, along with my overtime inside the envelope where the boss handed me as a monthly wage packet, straight to Pingdong, helping my mother raise the five younger siblings I have.  As I got to marriage age, met someone who was compatible with me, I didn’t have a cent under my name, his family just filed for bankruptcy, the two of us believed, that so long as we work hard together, we will, get more money, and, there’s nothing we can’t, conquer that comes our way.

The man didn’t have the dowries, the woman didn’t have the marriage gifts, and the matchmaker we’d found at the spot.  As the wedding date approached, my mother-in-law changed her mind, “without a dressing mirror that the bride marries in, it will bring bad luck to the husband’s families.”, I got angered, and starred crying and telling this to my hiking buddies whom I’d just met as I’d started hiking, and she’d become, ecstatic, “I was just, having troubles, coming up with a wedding present for you, now that I know your need, this had, resolved my troubles, of having to think what I’m getting you for your wedding.” And shortly thereafter, she’d sent the delicate, and costly dressing mirror to my new home.

I’d originally, would rather not marry, and not accepted her gift, but she’d stated to me lightly, “money is nothing, I can give you this gift, and maybe, I will need your help sometime in the future………”, and yet, before I can, repay her back for her, kindness, she’d, immigrated to South America due to the problems of the construction company set up and owned by her older brother, and I’d lost contact with her since.

Due to her blessing, my life after marriage, my work, all of it went, smoothly, and I’d, never forgotten her words, “I can afford it for you.”  Someone helped me through my hardships in life, and, it’d, sparked up the heart of gratitude in me, and, I’d, taken her kindness into my heart, and kept, helping those around me who needed.

And so, this, is how one act of kindness, become, an infinite number of kindness, because, these good acts multiple, just like how the bad things in this world multiple too, it’s just, that when we’re touched, and offered assistance to by others, we usually, take it to our hearts, and we, never forget it.

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The Exchanges of Kindness, from a Bystander’s Perspective

Watching kindness, as it took shape, the exchanges of two complete strangers from a train, translated…

“I’m sorry, this is my seat, but it’s fine, I like the window seats, I will trade seats with you”, there’s that sunshine shining through his smiles, that uncle had the innocence of a child.

The settled in the aisle woman who was sliding on her cell phone, noted something, was on her way to get up, then, settled back down by his gentleman nature.

The shot conversation that came on February 28th, on the northbound high-speed rail, the two only exchanged words for no more than three short seconds.  Then the train started moving, and everything fell, silent then.

I was seated to the left back side to them, and was moved by what I saw.  Because this unplanned, unexpected kindness of exchange between people, it wasn’t set up like in the movies, planned.  The sense of kindness that came from within, that unaffected, unannounced, not only does it calm oneself, but also, made others around them feel settled in, so rare in encounter, surely, they are people with the experiences, the morale, and the, stories too.

I straighten up my back, felt compelled to tell the man thank you on behalf of the woman.

We all must’ve had the instances when we were walking in the rain in a typhoon, with the trials that came with every single step, and, no sight of hope; but, are there, a different means of interactions to be had, if we can’t dodge it, then, why not just, trek through it?  Easier said than done, but how can we, not scapegoat on someone else around us, when we are, having it bad?  Only those who’d experienced the pains at their most painful, can understand the happiness that comes with the, ordinary.

The ride of an hour and a half, the train took us across half the island, before February 28th, the war was already in the distances, happening.  Wherever there’s people, there are, conflicts, but, this period of time that’s compressed, the two individuals sitting next to one another, aren’t enemies, but they’d, not exchanged another word more, such a shame.

The P.A. came on on the trains: Banciao Station approaching.  That woman got up, tipped her toes, silently, picked up the luggage she’d set down on the right front of her seat.  Before she got off, she’d turned toward the man, smiled, and, nodded to acknowledge him.  The gratitude was passed without the verbal communications, they’re, already, acquainted.  Getting along by themselves, not disturbing each other.  Forgetting this meeting that they had, leaving the warmth of the interactions behind, parting ways.

Being a bystander, my purpose, is to witness all of this, to know, that love is still, passed around in this world.

And so, this showed, how the kindness of a stranger can touch someone so deeply, and, hopefully, the writer who was a bystander, can take this act of a kindness s/he encountered from the strangers s/he saw on the trains, to others around her/him.


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The Love that Came to the Rescue, in Time

The one, who’d, helped showed the person the light when she’s enveloped in darkness, someone who’d, touched the lives of those whom she came into, contact with, translated…

I’d retired from my teaching career for over three years now, and every time I thought of the connection I shared with my department head, Yang, I would be filled up with a ton of, gratitude.

Recalling how thirty years back, as I transferred to the school to teach, Yang the department head of teaching affairs handed me a box of sweets, told me to take it home to give to the kids.  The gentleness of her nature, she’d, immediately, settled my uncertainty.  Back then, my children were still quite young, as I got caught in the difficulties of not knowing how to get through to them, Yang gave me the tips, as I’d solicited for her advice.

There was a time when my child had the chickenpox, and started itching like crazy, Yang drove her car to my home at night, and, brought me a huge bag of Indian borage, something that stops the itch instantly.  To this day, my son who’d grow taller than us still recalled, that on the night he was ill, how Yang became like Santa Claus, brought a back of, magical herbs, and, hung it on the doorknob outside our home!

In 1998, my father died abruptly, being the eldest daughter, I was, flustered, and flew into a panic, not known how to sort through his, final affairs, and instinctively, Yang my department head came to mind.  I’d dialed her number, and tears came flowing down, and her voice gave me that strength.  Not long after that, as my father’s body was lifted to the funeral home, I’d found, that she was already, among those who were, reciting the prayers for the passing already.

After she retired, Yang still continued her giving, and, entered into the volunteer crew of Tzu-Chih Hospital, and she’d, helped all of those who are close to her, feel the warmth, and gain some wisdoms through interacting with her.

And so, this is, the woman who lit up your life, who offered you the needed emotional/psychological, and the physical forms of support when you’d needed, and, you are, blessed to have met someone who is kind, giving, and gentle in your life.

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Good People Doing Good Things – Mohamed Bzeek — Filosofa’s Word

“I am not an angel. I am not a hero. It’s just what we are supposed to do as a human being.”

Good People Doing Good Things – Mohamed Bzeek — Filosofa’s Word

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The Year-End Bonus from a Customer

The act of kindness, from a customer, who saw how hard hit the restaurant industry had been during this past year of the outbreaks, and gave the workers, a boost of, hope that they’re, in dire need of, it’s her heart that’s touched the restaurant workers, more than the amount she’d packed into the red envelope to give to them I’m sure, translated…

My former employer is considered one of the hardest hit under the epidemic, after May of last, it’d, gone toward the bottom of operations, all the way to the end of year, and finally, as the guests returned, the epidemic started, growing again, those of us who worked in the restaurants aren’t afraid of getting too busy with work, unafraid of hard work, only worried, that our service skills aren’t, put to, good use.

leaving the huge tip…

like this…photo from online

Watching the news, and, I’d started, worrying over my former coworkers, that day, I’d chatted with a head chef, and he’d told me, that currently, the reservations are, bipolarized, in the cities and counties where there’s a higher number of cases of confirmed contractions, there are only, a handful of reservations, and the primary means of making the money turned into takeout or deliveries, or, the frozen dishes sent to the customers’ homes, while for the other regions, the restaurant made sure of the safety protective measures of cleanliness, and take advantage of the time we have to dine out together.

He’d told me, that the previous evening, he’d waited on a returning customer, who’d dined in as usual, and, he’d served the guest, and, as the man paid for the tab, he’d, given the server a red envelope, told him, “I’d heard that you guys won’t get any year-end bonuses, this is my blessing, and something extra for you guys, you must, take it!”

The tiny act of kindness from a frequent customer, sent that surge of warmth throughout the entire restaurant, the restaurant became, not just a place to gather to eat to make good memories in, we’re, very grateful for this beautiful, and wise customer, who’d, given us that warmth of blessings in the cold of winter.

And so, this just showed, how the acts of kindness can touch someone so deeply, and we’re, especially in need of these encounters in our lives, as the epidemic still rolls, and, there’s still no end in sight, and, if we can’t give each other the tiniest sparks of hope, then, we’d all be, living in the darkness of this trying time.

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The Gratitude from a Set of Keys

A kind gesture from her editor-in-chief, that touched her life forever, the kindness she’d shown to her subordinate, given her the hopes, to carry on, in the face of a tragedy that came to the woman’s, life, translated…

A set of key, a lifetime worth of, gratitude, it always, surfaces back up in the winters, from those, distant memories of, old.

A winter night some forty odd years ago, I arrived home, saw our home that was illegally built up swallowed by the blazes, my husband carried my son who was only a year old then, and consoled himself, “it’s okay, we have, nothing as we were, and we don’t have, anything right now.”  That very evening, the family of six, we’d, spent that, long night, in the broken down walls.

the female editor-in-chief who’d offered the writer and her family the help, speaking at an event, photo from online

The following day at work, there were, the care packages, piling up on my desk, from my coworkers, to help me and my family through, our hard times, the editor-in-chief from another department, Chin just started on her post, and yet, she’d gotten to know, everybody’s home backgrounds, she’d told me, “still hadn’t found a place to settle your families yet, I suppose?  I just bought a new home on Mingshen E. Road, you guys should live there for now.”, from what I’d heard, editor Ching was high up, a tough, strong, working woman, and yet, she was, so, soft spoken.  I’d only, met her a couple of times, we can’t even be called, acquaintances yet, how would I dare, move my whole family, into her house?  I’d told her, that I’m grateful for her heart, and, as we got off work, she’d, stuffed a set of keys into my palms, told me, “Take it, or, would you have your whole family on the streets for tonight?”

I’d felt how weighty that set of keys she’d shoved into my palms are, to someone whom she hadn’t established that firm connection with, she’d, treated me with such, kindness, so genuine, which showed, that she’s, a wonderful woman, that the rumors that flowed around, of her being, too critical and tough, aren’t, believable after all.  But, I’d, turned her offer down, and, found a home in the storage unit that was owned by a relative of mine.  And yet, I was, too touched by her kindness toward me.  We’d not stayed coworkers for long, later, she’d, given up the desk job, and, started, working in politics, to speak up and out for the citizen, every now and then, I’d seen her on T.V., outspoken about the situations of those in need, or, spoken so bluntly at the legislative meetings, I couldn’t help but smiled, such a woman, who’s, made her life, count, just as I’d remembered her to be, tough, and going on strong.  Although we don’t see each other often, we’d sent greetings to one another from time to time, knowing that we’re all okay, that was, more than, enough.

And so, this woman truly, cared about the people around her, which is what made her excellent, as a, legislator, and, the kindness the female editor showed to this woman and her family was, very, kind, and we are in need of people like this one, to run the country, unfortunately, we don’t have too many of those who are in the government now, who truly, cared about, the social welfare of the people anymore.

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A Home on the Second of the Chinese New Year’s for a Foreign Hired Nurse

The kindness that flowed, from this employer to the foreign hired nurse, that it’d made the woman felt that she’s, at home here, away from her own, home, and now, she has a home on the second of the Chinese New Year’s to return to, if she has the day off, translated…

As I was mopping up in the kitchen, I’d heard someone yell from the outside, “Ma’am!”, I’d guessed, that the hired nurse for my mother-in-law, Meiti is home.  I’d gone out to look, it was her, as she saw me, she’d, come towards me, wanted to hug me, but, she’d, slammed on the brakes, “Wait, social distancing!”, then squinted to me, smiled and stated, “I’m home to mom!”

Meiti worked for us for three years, after my mother-in-law had passed, she was legally transferred to another family, she’d told us she’d wanted to stay with us, but, we don’t qualify for hiring a foreign nurse or a home worker.  She’s our daughter’s age, very smart, and well-behaved, we interacted like family, toward her leaving us, I’d felt, sad too, and can only, ask the agent, to find her a good “home”.

In her new workplace, Meiti’s duties is to care for the elderly grandpa who’d had a stroke, the family makeup is quite simple, they’d mostly, bought the meals from outside, other than cleaning the house, there’s, actually, not that much for her to do, I’d thought, that based off of her abilities, she should have, no problems at all, but, she’d cried to me several times, and hoped I could, come visit her.

the foreign hired nurse’s interactions with the elderly she takes care of…photo from online

I’d gone to visit her twice, and that’s when it’d dawned on me, it wasn’t how Meiti was nostalgic, that we’d cooked all our meals, she’d also, missed how we could, prepare the meals and chit chatted, and how we’d, all sat together to eat, that it’d made her feel less homesick.  In the home of her new employer, although she could have the already prepared meals bought for her, but, faced to the grandpa who’d become incapable of speech due to his stroke, and the walls of silence, she’d, missed her own home in Indonesia, as well as our home too.

As I’d understood Meiti, and after I’d asked for the consents of her new employer, I’d invited Meiti to “come home to her family”.  She is a well-behaved, helpful child, soon as she arrived, she’d immediately started, helping around the house, knew I’d enjoyed strolling around, she’d often, accompanied me to walk close by.  On this very day, she’d made the curry with the scallops to treat me, she is, just like, a daughter to me.

And so, this, is how this employer treated this foreign hired helper like her own family, that after the elderly the hired nurse passed away, the foreign nurse missed the family, and, she now as a home for the second of the New Year’s, if she has the day of work off, a home away from her home, a place where she can go to be loved.

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Best Friend

The guardian of the threshold, who’d helped this individual, connect with others, that s/he originally felt awkward, and not comfortable enough in doing, we all need someone like this in our lives at one time or another, translated…

I’d always been too shy growing up, and didn’t have that many good friends, although I’m not completely an outcast of my class, but I’d, always, stayed by myself.  Those girlfriends who’d gone to the drinking fountain to get water together, going to the restrooms hand-in-hand, I’d never had the experiences of.  I’d originally thought, I would, be alone like this until I grow up, but him being there, helped me changed this, sorrowful, predicament.

Don’t know when he’d started, noticing me, but I always remembered those first words he’d blurted to me, “hi, can you lend me a pen?” and from a pen, my story started getting, rewritten.

someone who helped us, fit in…

from online

After I’d lent him that pen, he’d started, borrowing things from me more frequently, even nicknamed me “the Kind”.  He’d introduced me to the circle of his own friends, and when we divide up in groups, he’d, gotten me in too.  As I’d become more aware, we’d become, inseparable then, the best of, friends.

Because of him, more and more people in class started noticing me, and on the way to school, I would get greeted by others too, I’d felt that I’m, a part of, the class now.  I’d become, more connected with the class, and, whenever the group activities were assigned to us, I no longer felt, as, anxious.

Many years later, we’d lost touch, but my gratitude toward him still didn’t get reduced one bit.  If we have the chance of bumping into one another again, I want to tell him, “Hey, thanks!”

And so, this is someone who’d, acted as a threshold guardian to you in your schooling years, he’d helped you open up a bit, so you would feel more connected with everybody who’s around you, and you no longer felt, as isolated and alone in the class.

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From the Tea Offerings to the Seat Offerings

These are the acts of kindness, that we all need to see more of these days, from strangers, who saw a need, and provided the need to others, translated…

My father, who’s over ninety years of age, due to how his legs are no longer as agile anymore, at the start of the year, he’d started walking with a cane to help him, and, his areas of activities became, limited greatly.

A few days ago, I’d gone back to my parents without any plans, as I’d turned into the alley where they live, I saw my father sat down on the chair, set by the side of the front door of someone else’s home.  As I’d asked, I’d learned, that my father was out walking a bit for exercises, as he returned, he’d felt tired in his legs, that’s why he’d sat down for a short rest, pops also told me, that the neighbor of this house was quite kind, every time he’d seen them, other than greeting him kindly, they’d also told him, that if he gets tired from walking, he is to sit down by the chair they put out by their front door to rest a bit.

the cultures of tea-offerings from the olden days…

photo from online

In the earlier eras of Taiwan, in the less densely population areas counties, there would be those with kindness in their hearts, that sat up the tea kettles out by their own doors, to help the passersby, the travelers from afar, to take a breather, to have some replenishments of fluids they needs, so they have the energies to keep going to wherever it is they’re getting to, which turned into a culture of “tea offerings”.  And now, my father’s neighbors kind act of “seat offering”, shared the same effects of kindness, and it’d, touched me very much.

A chair that’s, set up by the side of the door, allowing the elderly in the neighborhood, who are no longer agile enough to walk all the way home, to sit and rest a bit, then to keep going, this tiny act of kindness, showed the compassions of the homeowner.  Because of the reinforced actions of the neighbors, I’d felt, that this road home was, more beautiful than ever before.

And so, this, is the kindness of stranger to you, the neighbors close to where your father lives saw that there’s a need for your father to sit and rest a bit, and, provide a chair out by the front doors of their home, and it’s this act of kindness, that may not be that much, that’s, touched you and those who will come and sit in the chair as they needed the rest.

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