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- PRACTICE
- RANDOM KINDNESS
- AND
- SENSELESS ACTS OF BEAUTY
-
- It's a crisp winter day in San Francisco. A woman in a red Honda,
- Christ- mas presents piled in the back, drives up to the Bay
- Bridge tollbooth. "I'm paying for myself, and for the six cars
- behind me," she says with a smile, handing over seven commuter
- tickets.
-
- One after another, the next six drivers arrive at the tollbooth,
- dollars in hand, only to be told, "Some lady up ahead already paid
- your fare. Have a nice day."
-
- The woman in the Honda, it turned out, had read something on an
- index card taped to a friend's refrigerator: "Practice random
- kindness and senseless acts of beauty." The phrase seemed to leap
- out at her, and she copied it down.
-
- Judy Foreman spotted the same phrase spray-painted on a warehouse
- wall a hundred miles from her home. When it stayed on her mind for
- days, she gave up and drove all the way back to copy it down. "I
- thought it was incredibly beautiful," she said explaning why she's
- taken to writing it at the bottom of all her letters, "like a
- message from above."
-
- Her husband, Frank, liked the phrase so much that he put it up on
- the wall for his seventh graders, one of whom was the daughter of
- a local columnist. The columnist put it in the paper, admitting
- that though she liked it, she didn't know where it came from [sic]
- or what it really meant.
-
- Two days later, she heard from Anne Herbert. Tall, blonde, and
- forty, Herbert lives in Marin, one of the country's ten richest
- counties, where she house-sits, takes odd-jobs, and gets by. It
- was in a Sausalito restaurant that Herbert jotted the phrase down
- on a paper place mat, after turning it around in her mind for
- days.
-
- "That's wonderful!" a man sitting nearby said, and copied it down
- carefully on his own placemat.
-
- "Here's the idea," Herbert says. "anything you think there should
- be more of, do it randomly."
-
- Her own fantasies include: (1) breaking into depressing-looking
- schools to paint the classrooms, (2) leaving hot meals on kitchen
- tables in the poor parts of town, (3) slipping money into a proud
- old woman's purse. Says Herbert, "kindness can build on itself as
- much as violence can." Now the phrase is spreading, on bumper
- stickers, on walls, at the bottom of letters and business cards.
- And as it spreads, so does a vision of guerrilla goodness.
-
- In Portland, Oregon, a man might plunk a coin into a stranger's
- meter just in time. In Patterson, New Jersey, a dozen people with
- pails and mops and tulip bulbs might descend on a run-down house
- and clean it from top to bottom while the frail elderly owners
- look on, dazed and smiling. In Chicago, a teenage boy may be
- shoveling off the driveway when the impulse strikes. What the
- hell, nobody's looking, he thinks, and shovels the neighbor's
- driveway, too.
-
- It's positive anarchy, disorder, a sweet disturbance. A woman in
- Boston writes "Merry Christmas!" to the tellers on the back of her
- checks. A man in St. Louis, whose car has just been rear-ended by
- a young woman, waves her away, saying, "It's a scratch. Don't
- Worry."
-
- Senseless acts of beauty spread: A man plants daffodils along the
- roadway, his shirt billowing in the breeze from passing cars. In
- Seattle, a man appoints himself a one man vigilante sanitation
- service and roams the concrete hills collecting litter in a
- supermarket cart. In Atlanta, a man scrubs graffiti from a green
- park bench.
-
- They say you can't smile without cheering yourself up a little --
- likewise, you can't commit a random act of kindeness without
- feeling as if your own troubles have been lightened if only
- because the world has become a slightly better place.
-
- And you can't be a recipient without feeling a shock, a pleasant
- jolt. If you were one of those rush-hour drivers who found your
- bridge fare paid, who knows what you might have been inspired to
- do for someone else later? Wave someone on in the intersection?
- Smile at a tired clerk? Or something larger, greater? Like all
- revolutions, guerrilla goodness begins slowly, with a single act.
- Let it be yours.
-
- Reprinted from Glamour magazine, December, 1991.
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