You wouldn’t think helping would go out of fashion or become something unusual, but apparently it has and now, when we read or see a video of someone doing the right thing, we get all teary-eyed and love the world more than we ever, ever have. Now, we’ve started ‘paying it forward’ – not as acts of silent generosity and compassion, but in a chain-letter covering a boutique coffee bill kind of way. Now, we do Random Acts of Kindness and purr about it. Loudly. There’s nothing at all wrong with random acts of kindness (or the purring, for that matter), except that it turns helping into the occasional, fluffy theater piece that no one can actually depend on instead of a feature of – well, being a human being.
I didn’t notice for a long time because my personal world is one big help-fest. Helping is just what you do. You watch your neighbors’ pets. You drive a friend. You walk someone’s dog when they can’t. You show up. You do it because you can. And it’s fun.
Some people have forgotten that. Or maybe they never knew. They think it’s an inconvenience, a burden, an obligation and most definitely an opportunity for someone to take advantage of them.
I wish they knew that helping creates a community. Maybe that community grows slowly, but it grows. It grows because when help happens, something’s improved or made easier or less stressful. Mostly it grows because when we help, we create stories. Together. And our shared, true stories are mortar.
We help and we’re making stories of trust and silly rescues and mistakes and laughter. Our stories is where the fun lives.
Yep. I can’t wait for helping to get fun again. For everyone.