There is always something peculiar about the end of May. Well not really peculiar, more like a month’s reminder of an anniversary fast approaching.

I am sitting here in my living room, watching an episode of the West Wing. The episode, The Long Goodbye, has brought to the surface memories of my Dad.

Now these posts, which there have been far to few, were to focus on kindness and I will eventually get to the point of this one. Please be patient.

I remember the difficulty I had writing the words I was going to have to share with family, friends and people I didn’t know. I couldn’t get through the drafts, the countless drafts without being overcome with great sadness and tears.

I was taught that when writing, choose a theme and build your story around that central theme. So, for my Dad’s eulogy, I focused on his kindness.

I shared the story of how he helped out an elderly couple, whose car had broken down on a remote northern highway during a winter storm and how he drove them several hundred kilometres to their home. I shared the story of how we would wake up some mornings and have complete strangers at the breakfast table. These strangers were people my Dad had offered rides to up high in his 18-Wheeler.

I shared stories of how these strangers would stay for a few days or in some cases a few months. I shared stories of how my Dad made sure, when at the parting of ways, that they were not hungry or had enough money. In the main, I shared stories of my Dad’s kindness.

Tomorrow I will run my first 1/2 Marathon and my Dad will be on my mind. His kindness and what he shared with me will hopefully propel me towards the finish line. These thoughts of kindness and the gift my Dad gave me will be fuelled even more by the thousands of supporters, family, friends and strangers, who will be cheering on mass of runners.

These supporters and their kindness are much appreciated.

See you at the finish line.


A friend and I discussed sharing a challenge of sorts – a month of acts of kindness. You may know @Jodilynne3 & she certainly has been doing a better job at documenting her kindness journey.

I haven’t been as dedicated, committed or engaged as her and that has left me asking why.

It’s certainly not that I haven’t had the time – in fact – I know I have had the time. It’s not that I haven’t witnessed or read about wonderful acts of kindness. Almost daily – I see people doing wonderful, simple and kind things.

The more I thought about it, the more clear the potential answer / road block / hesitation revealed itself.

You see – I forgot about how simplicity and daily reflection can improve one’s spirits and one’s balance. In an attempt to share a grand story or reveal a previously unknown truth, I just didn’t take the time to ’empty the bowl.’

I didn’t take the time to think back on my day, my interactions, both personal and professional, my successes and my failures. And that stood in the way.

Tomorrow may just be better…