A Philosophy of Kindness
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness. —Dalai Lama
The sleek blue-grayish Scion TC swiftly moved like a river rushing across the earth. And while doing so, my mind wandered off to how this situation came to be. I was driving my dad’s car back to Bakersfield when I realized how incredibly fortunate I was to borrow a car when I needed a ride, and how trusting my dad was of me to take his while my car was in the shop.
After my car, Susan took a tumble and crashed into a curb, I thought my days of easily getting around Southern California were over. Little did I know an outpouring of love and kindness would help me arrive at where I needed to go.
I had made two phone calls that night, one of which was to AAA, and I received nearly 10 phone calls and a slew of text messages in return. My friends and family were concerned and willing to go out of their way to help. They gave me rides, offered up their vehicles so I could go to work, and went above and beyond to try and help Susan get back on the street.
They were all overwhelming generous, and it had caught me off guard. I assumed that people would care about me and about my situation, but I didn’t expect the extent of the acts of kindness that had come my way.
I’m eternally grateful for everyone who has helped me in my mini-crisis situation. They shared their noble characteristics through their kindness without any expectations of repayment. It’s wonderful to know that I have such amazing people in my life, and I hope one day to pay everyone back in some way.