A moving story about unseen kindnesses.

I just watched a video on You Tube where a retired State Trooper speaks in the form of a poem about how doing unseen good deeds can impact people down the road. (No pun intended!) See the video on the column left.

I responded to my sister about how impactful unseen kindness can be, and I think anyone who reads this note can piece it together for themselves. The last paragraph refers to my wife's mother Carol Thomson, passing away yesterday. You will get the gist.

Wow. That shakes my timbers because it makes us think about those little touches we give to others and how they remain vivid in their lives. Hopefully they see the deepest motivation of our hearts, not just the surface action. We have the greatest life now because we can do things for people without fanfare or religious structure. We do it because someone once helped us. Like Jack Manzella who was my scoutmaster so many decades ago still influences me. Like family and other friends who do thoughtful little things, never expecting that we remember, but we do. I sometimes live in the fallacy that people only remember the bad things I've done, something that can put a damper on life. 

This little video helps us remember the positive side of life and how we can influence, and motivate someone in a bad place to keep going THROUGH their valleys. 

Thanks sister(s), who have done so much of this for others. I think our parents taught us that lesson in spades. The best service is the the least known. If heaven holds any allure for me it could be that we may get to see the real heroes up there who never got the rank or credit here. That brings a smile to me today. 

As we think about Barbara's mother today, the majority of the comments relate to her kind smile and welcoming ways. Small things that caused our first soldier from 1973 to write, "I still love her".

Love

Jack

Bob Welsh - My Christmas Eve