When I was a kid my mother used to tell me that it was silly to be afraid of anything with a face. It’s the faceless stuff you have to worry about. As a kid, that notion was a comfort — as adult, it’s a frightening prospect. Indeed, it is the things that come without a face that frighten us most. And for good reason…
I had a tutorial scheduled for today but in light of what is going on in Boston right now I think I’ll give it a rest. In the meantime, if anyone needs a quick fix to restore your faith in humanity, I suggest you check out the archives of my second blog I Believe in Strangers, which was created specifically in hopes of providing some comfort on days like today. And, even though it’s been on hiatus in recent weeks, you can troll the archives anytime you need to remember what is good and right and full of light. For me, when I feel most afraid of the faceless stuff, I take great comfort from my faith in faceless strangers. If given the time and opportunity we are all magnificent creatures.
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Yes. Thanks for giving face time to the good!
Lovely, there is so much more good out there than bad, glad to see your focus.
I am honestly in shock when someone I don’t know treats me good since almost my entire family treats me, and has always treated me bad. I am always happy when someone holds a door for me or lets me go before them in a line (and I do this often too). There are good people but they are indeed rare. Here is another one. My doctor gives me free samples of my medication (the only thing that works for me) since I cannot afford them ($400+ for three months worth of meds). Some other folks that are nice are the people that give away free stuff on CL and Freecycle.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/summeranne/24-small-meaningful-acts-of-kindness
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=XpaOjMXyJGk