Be Thankful, Be Kind

Do you have a thankful heart? I do and I believe it is the main reason I am as happy as I am.

We each have the capacity to be thankful and to be kind. I give my mother much of the credit for my thankfulness.

I was raised to not EXPECT anything from anyone.

I am not OWED a damn thing, really.

When you have this vision of the world, you appreciate a kind word or action.

One litmus test for determining thankfulness is to observe how a person behaves in a restaurant or going through a fast food drive-thru. Maybe (just maybe), this goes back to my days as a restaurant employee. During high school and college I worked as a dishwasher, hostess and server (we called them waitresses back then). You and I can’t EVER be friends if you are someone who is rude to a server, or if you have a litany of requests related to your order that implies the cook has nothing better to do than become your personal chef. Ugh.

It doesn’t matter what the setting is…doctor’s office, DMV, grocery store checkout…it’s good for you and good for humanity to be thankful and kind. I really don’t care that it’s THEIR JOB. “They” have a choice, just like “you” have a choice. They can do their job or not do their job. I’m not going to sing praises over someone that does a lousy job, but I will treat them with civility.

I might even thank them.

Because I CAN.

Can’t we use a little bit more of this in the world today?

Undeserved favor.


If you can influence the way one person feels about him or herself for just a moment when you might be justified in responding negatively, might it be worth it?

We’ll never really know the ramifications of our words this side of heaven. I’m hopeful that gratitude and kindness will win the day. Funny thing. The more I live this way, the more I seem to receive these gifts back. And for that I am indeed, thankful.

Words satisfy the mind as much as fruit does the stomach; good talk is as gratifying as a good harvest.

Words kill, words give life;
they’re either poison or fruit—you choose.

Proverbs 18:20-21, The Message