World Kindness Day 2025

Well, World Kindness Day was this week.

And people. It.  Was.  Spectacular.

I went into it not feeling my best.  Last weekend I had a 24-hour bug, and I still have a cold that just will not go away.  So, my nose was running, I had a cough, but y’all, I could not let that get in the way of this holiday.  I mean, come on, it only rolls around once a year, right?  So, it was a “fill your fanny pack with Kleenex, put on your Kind is Cool hoodie, and let’s roll!” kind of day.

First up – put the big sign out.  I loved the artwork this year and was very excited to display it.  There was a prompt asking passersby to leave a note saying how they would make the world a kinder place.  We got some sweet ones, including this:

If I see somebody being left out I will talk to them or invite them to join me.

Sign encouraging passersby to leave notes

Next – GIFT CARDS!  We had 25 gift cards, 5 each to:  Home Depot, grocery stores (Safeway, Giant, and Trader Joes), and Starbucks.  Kind neighbor Christy rang our doorbell at exactly 10 am, the time we had set for meeting.  I wasn’t quite ready but that worked – she had time to add her note to the board!  10:05 am and off we went to find CONSTRUCTION WORKERS!

But first – a stop at the high school down the street, the Career Center.  That was Christy’s idea.  You see, very recently she was out jogging and got hit by a car! Not to worry – she is ok.  The car was going very slowly, but it hit her and then KEPT GOING.  Grrrrrr.  That is not legal or kind, nor is it the “Arlington way”.  But here is the kind part:  a teacher from the Career Center saw what had happened and rushed over to talk to Christy and make sure she was ok.  He had been sweet to her, and now we were going to return the favor by giving him a gift card and wishing him a happy World Kindness Day.

Only one glitch…  She only knew his first name…

That’s ok – we knew we could find him!

We got buzzed into the school and while we were waiting for the receptionist to get to us, another employee asked what we needed. 

“We are looking for a teacher here.  We have a present for him.  His name is Jason,” Christy explained.

“OH!  Jason the PE teacher??”.

YESSSSSSSSSS – that’s him!! 

Got it in one try!!  Just a couple of minutes later there came Jason.  As soon as he saw Christy he seemed to recognize her. 

“Hey!  How ARE YOU??” he asked.

She explained that she was well and why we were stopping by.  He was very happy to get a gift card, a bag of candy, and a postcard of the World Kindness Day art.  And I think he was even happier that Christy had taken the time to come to say hello and that he could see her healthy and not shook up – the opposite of the day that they met a couple of weeks ago.

Since the library was next door, we decided to pop in there.  We handed out bags of candy quietly (it’s a LIBRARY, you have to be quiet 😊 ), and as we were ready to leave I noticed a woman at a corner table on her phone.  We approached her and held out a bag of candy.  I could see she was crying.  Maybe she was having a bad day, maybe she had just gotten bad news on the phone, I don’t know.  But I DO KNOW that I have been the person crying in public before.  I have cried walking down grocery store aisles.  I have cried in airports.  I have cried in coffee shops.  And I have had the experience of people seeing me – people NOTICING my tears – and making a conscious decision to pretend they didn’t see.  I decided years ago that any time I see a person crying in public, I will not look away.  I won’t pretend it is not happening.  I will acknowledge the sadness and pain.  I will relate.  So, I quietly asked, “May I give you a hug?” and her eyes said, “Yes, please.”  Christy also gave her a hug.  I hope that the hugs and the candy helped her day get a bit better.

Next we headed out to find construction workers, which is an easy task in our neighborhood since they are building a huge new high school and there is major road construction on Columbia Pike.  Each time we saw a construction worker we approached with a handful of gift cards and gave them their choice.  It was so fun!!  They were happy and thankful (and also loved the candy bags).

Take a quick break from work for KINDNESS.

Happy construction workers. They have been doing construction on "The Pike" for a very long time and I am sure get many complaints from angry drivers for the delays. 
It was fun to THANK THEM for their hard work.

It took us about an hour to hand out 25 gift cards.  As we walked back, we handed out the rest of the candy bags in our basket.  We passed the local grocery store as a woman was coming out with her cart.  “Hey, that was nice what you did.  Giving gift cards to construction workers – that was really kind,” she said.

What a perfect example of how kindness affects more than just the person receiving it!  It affects the person GIVING the kindness (in this case, Christy and I). And it even affects the person WITNESSING the kind act.  We had no idea that anyone was watching or noticing us as we talked to the construction crew.  But not only were they watching, they were being inspired to go out into the world and spread kindness, too.

It was a great day to be outside in the sunshine (even though I was not feeling 100%).  I spent some time painting new chairs for the upcoming Santa Project and working on things for the Little Yellow Free Pantry, and then it was time for the next event – A BRIDGE BRIGADE!

I had never been able to join a bridge brigade before but I love when I drive under them.  What happens is:  people stand on an overpass and hold huge letters up to spell something out.  Drivers passing by can read the message and honk approval.  I had been on the driving by side, but never on the holding signs side. 

But all that changed on World Kindness Day!!

We met up at 3:30 pm and got to work.  Our letters spelled JUST BE KIND.  One person also made a cute heart to add to the display.  It was so fun!!  Each time a car honked it gave us more energy!!  We got waves!  We got headlights flashed!  It was fabulous!!

JUST BE KIND! When we started, we didn't have quite enough people to hold the letters but we
made do!

This is what a bridge brigade looks like from behind :) 

We also had a basket of candy bags to hand out to people walking by and stopped in cars.  I tried that task for a while but after a few rejections I gave up.  But Charlotte, oh Charlotte was NOT afraid of the rejections!  While we held letters and waved at cars whizzing by underneath us, Charlotte handed out candy bags to cars stopped at the red lights. 

Bridge Brigade crew hard at work (that's Charlotte with the big heart - literally and figuratively)

“Hey, I got a $10 donation!!” she reported as she handed over the money.  “And only ONE PERSON flipped me off!” she said (as if that was a good thing 😊 ). 

We stayed until the sun set and it got chilly.  By then I was feeling pretty crappy.  I had been going, going, going all day and my energy was zapped.  My nose was runnier and my cough was worse.  But we had one more task for the day – a run to the grocery store.  I still had the basket of candy bags in the car, so after we were done getting what we needed, my partner David suggested we take candy back in and hand it out to the Trader Joe’s staff.  What a great idea!!

We walked around giving each employee a bag of candy and a World Kindness Day postcard.  It made them so happy! 

“Hey, you were kind to us, we want to be kind to YOU!” two employees said as they handed us a bouquet of flowers. 

Kindness begets kindness.  Kindness ripples.  They are everywhere!

World Kindness Day.  A day set aside to remind us all that being kind is important.  It is needed.  It is imperative. 

I like to think that everyday is “World Kindness Day” at the Big Yellow House.  But even so, it is good to have one special day marked on the calendar.  So, MARK YOUR CALENDARS, friends.  November 13, 2026 will be World Kindness Day again.  Let’s celebrate it together.

P.S. – As I was writing this, someone knocked very quietly on our front door.  I answered it even though I am still dressed in my red flannel pajamas and saw someone I didn’t recognize was standing on our porch. 

“Good morning, can I help you?” I asked.

“Hi.  Yes…  Ummm, I am new to Arlington.  I lived in DC but just came here.  I am a substance abuse counselor.  Just got myself a job here.  But I need some food,” they said, standing next to a wagon full of amazing donations that someone left on our porch while I was still sleeping.

I welcomed them to Arlington and asked about food likes, dislikes, allergies, how many people needed to eat, etc.  I learned that the person did not have housing yet but did have a vehicle.  “Got a can opener??” I questioned. 

“Nope.”

“Go into 7-11 and use the microwave?” I clarified.

“Yes ma’am.”

“I got you,” I told them.  “And hey – do you want hot chocolate or coffee??”.

They sat on the porch as I ran down to gather food.  Because we have had so many donations lately, it was easy to find super tasty options.  I came back out to the porch with a basket so overflowing that I had to get a back-up basket.  They gasped when they saw how much food there was.

“Here.  You look through this while I make the hot chocolate,” I told them.  “Whatever you want - put in this bag.  What you do not want leave in a pile here.”

Oh, my goodness they were happy.  Thankful for the hot chocolate.  Grateful for the food.  Happy to get deodorant, wipes, and lotion.  And a can opener.

“You don’t want this RICE?  Don’t like rice??” I asked when I saw the cups of rice in the “do not take” pile.

 

“No ma’am, I do like rice.  But how would I COOK it?” they asked.

“IT IS COOKED!” I told them excitedly.  “You can heat it and eat it right out of the cup, or you can just eat it cold!  Hey – this pasta is already cooked, too!” I showed them.  With this new information that the items were pre-cooked, they decided to take them.

“But how will I EAT it?” they wondered out loud.  “I don’t have a bowl… I will figure it out.”

“Wait!  I have that!  We got it for another guest but they haven’t come for it yet.  Let me grab it.”  And with that, they now have a plate, cup, bowl, and 2 dishtowels that we had grabbed at Ikea.

I asked how they had found us.  “Well, I needed food.  So I decided to ask my phone.  And it showed me THE YELLOW HOUSE and said I was only 5 minutes from here,” they explained.

“Ahhh, you found us online!  You know, we tried to keep it quiet and not get online…  We are really busy and have a lot of people coming and we didn’t want tooooo many people to find us.  But hey – someone put us online and now we have 5-star reviews!” I laughed.  Seriously though, we have 5-star reviews!

I showed them the pantry (which they had walked right past to get to our front door but hadn’t noticed).  I explained that they could come anytime day or night, and that the system is to take what you need and leave enough to share with others.  “We all have to take care of one another,” I said.

“Yes ma’am.  Yes, we do.”

This person is a substance abuse counselor.  Had a good job in DC, but lost it when the administration cut funding for vital programming.  Now they are starting over.

“Thanks for your work,” I told them.  “I have loved ones who have addictions.  What you do is important.”

“Thank YOU,” they said. 

“You are welcome here anytime.  Keep coming back.” 

Kindness Activist funds used for World Kindness Day 2025: $272.70

Kindness Activist funds raised in a totally unexpected donation:  $10

Hearts warmed by kindness spread - too many to count

Postponing the To Do List

It was a sunny, warm autumn day.

A day that started slowly – catching up on emails, playing “my games” (Connections, Wordle, Strands, and Wridges – gosh when I write that out I see I play a LOT of games).  Moseying around the house.

But when it came time to get busy, I was ready to GET BUSY.

I even wrote a to do list (and managed not sit it down somewhere and lose it!).  On the list:  Walgreens, bank, post office.  Three tasks that can be completed on foot – perfect for a nice day.  List in hand, bag on shoulder, off I went.

Walgreens was the first stop – fail.  The product I wanted was triple what I knew it would cost other places.  No thanks.

Bank – slow as molasses, but got what I need to do done.

Next up was the post office.  Only, instead of walking the short way, I backtracked a block to walk the long way.  I did this because I knew that walking that direction, I might well pass a person experiencing homelessness who I am intrigued with.  They write notes and tape them onto buildings and I have only been lucky enough to meet them once – usually I just stop and read the myriad of cryptic notes.  Anyway, I knew if I went the long way I might see them.  It was lunch time and I planned to ask if I could buy them lunch.

But before I could get very far, I spotted something.

A cell phone in a pink case sitting on a bus stop bench.

Oh my…  I felt weird picking it up.  I didn’t want anyone to think I was stealing it.  But I looked around and the only person nearby was a man who was already talking on a phone, so obviously the one on the bench couldn’t be his.

I picked it up and opened the case.  There were 2 old photos inside.  The phone was locked with a PIN, so I couldn’t just open it up and see the contacts list to find “brother” or “boss” or “friend” to call. 

 

But then I saw the paper…  A little recipe/notecard was tucked inside the case.  It was filled with handwriting – name, then number.  Name, then number.  I recognized it as the system many older ladies use (we have a friend who does the same exact thing). 

Hmmm, this recipe card held the clues I needed!  I stood at the bus stop a while, hoping that the owner would come rushing back to get their phone.  When they didn’t, I got to work.

First – examine the card.  Is the first name the person she (by this time I felt the owner was a she) was closest to??  I didn’t know how to pronounce that name though.  I was not sure what nationality the name derived from, but I was hoping that whoever I called would speak English so I could explain the situation easily.  I scrolled down to a female name and dialed…

No answer.  Of course no answer – the incoming call was from a strange number!  They thought I was spam or a telemarketer.

So, I left a voice mail.

Called another number on the card, no answer.

Left a voice mail

Called another number, no answer.

Left a voice mail.

And in between my calls, the mysterious cell phone kept getting TEXTS.  Text after text after text.  A new text popped in every 90 seconds or so!  Texts about car insurance.  Texts about a home owners insurance policy.  Sales texts.  Random texts.  This poor woman gets a lot of texts!!

I could see the texts pop in but couldn’t click on them to read them.  But I did notice that they were all addressed to the same person:  Faina.  “Dear Faina” this and “Dear Faina” that. 

I left basically the same voicemail each time.  “Hi, my name is Susan.  I found a cell phone at a bus stop in Arlington, Virginia.  It has a paper inside with a list of names and numbers, and you are on it.   I think the phone belongs to someone named Faina.  Do you know her?  I have the phone.  I don’t want to leave it at the bus stop because I am afraid someone will take it.  Please return my call.  Thanks.”

In between leaving voicemails, I came up with a new tactic:  FACEBOOK.  I posted the photo above in 2 local Facebook groups and asked if anyone knew a woman named Faina and that I had found her cell phone.

This sweet comment came in on one of the posts: “If it's the same lady I am thinking about, she walks up and down the Pike a lot. She comes to our restaurant (The Celtic House) a few times a week. You can leave it with us if you like and we can pass it on to her, I see her almost every day.”

Ah-ha!  Celtic House!  That is near the bus stop!!  I felt like a Private Investigator piecing this story together bit by bit.  Faina.  Woman.  Senior Citizen.  Popular with scam texters.  Takes the bus.  Likely lives near Celtic House…

More phone calls to numbers on the card.

More voicemails.

As I was deciding which name to call next, my phone rang!  A call back!

Only, the man said he did now know anyone named Faina.  Boo!  (Why did Faina have him on her list??)

I left 11 voicemails. Yup – Faina had a LOT of names and numbers on her little card, she wrote on both sides.

Finally, another call back!  And this woman KNEW Faina!  And was very, very thankful I had found the phone and kept it safe.  She gave me Faina’s address.  I was right!  She lived only a few blocks from where she got off the bus.

I took a minute to tell the woman that Faina was getting texts.  A LOT of texts.  And it seemed like they were trying to scam her.  I wanted to make sure someone knew and could help the woman so she didn’t get tricked into sending money somewhere.

I told the woman on the phone that I would walk home and get in my car, then drive to drop off the phone at Faina’s apartment.  On my walk home, Faina’s granddaughter called on FAINA’S phone and I answered it (didn’t need a PIN to answer).  I explained the situation and she, too, was very relieved.  She explained that her grandma has some memory issues, and I warned her about the texts, too.

When I got home, I found some tiny cupcakes that a kind donor had left for the Little Yellow Free Pantry.  Faina needed some cupcakes!  Poor woman was probably having a bad day, what with having lost her phone and all.

I drove down Columbia Pike toward her house, and that’s when I saw her:  FAINA!

She was walking ON THE PIKE because the sidewalk was torn up with construction.  I do not know HOW I knew it was her, I just DID!  I felt it!!!  I wished I could pull over and holler her name, but because of the construction I couldn’t, so I parked at her apartment and went in.

I explained the situation to the ladies at the front desk.  “Oh, FAINA??” they said, “She JUST left!”.

I KNEW IT, y’all!  I just knew that had been her!!  I confirmed what she looked like, left my car parked in the apartment lot, and headed off on foot to find Faina!  I was on a mission!  Me, the pack of tiny cupcakes, and Faina’s phone, hot on her trail!!!

But I didn’t see her.  So, I rushed back, jumped in the car, and drove down Columbia Pike looking for her.  I thought maybe she was at the bus stop checking to see if her phone was there.  Nope.  Couldn’t find her.

But…  I had the clue about a restaurant she frequents…  I pulled into the Celtic House parking and went in.  I asked if they knew her and if she was there.  They did know her, but she wasn’t there at the moment.  DRAT.

Defeated, I returned to the apartment, still hoping maybe Faina had gone home while I had been out hunting.  But the front desk ladies said no, she was not back.   I wrote a little note for her (including my name and number) and left the phone and cupcakes with the staff.  They said she often stops to talk with them and they are friends with her, which made me happy.

That was all around 2:00 PM. 

Then at 7:19 PM, my phone rang…

You guessed it, FAINA!

Just as I had been afraid to mispronounce the name on her handwritten note, she mispronounced mine.

“Slisa??” she said.

“This is Susan,” I replied.  “Is this Faina??”.

YESSSSS IT WAS!  She called to thank me for finding and returning her phone.  She was so sweet!  She wants me to come visit.  “I am not working, I have time,” she said.

I have time, too, Faina.

The laundry may not get done.

The sheets might not get changed.

Several items may not get checked off of the eternal to-do list.

But I have time.

Time to connect.

Time to make a new friend.

Time to be kind.

Because if I do not take time – no, if I do not MAKE time for moments such as this – how meaningful will my life be?

I am grateful to have a perspective of kindness.

Of caring.

Of slowing down when the opportunity presents itself.

I will make time to go meet Faina.  I will talk to her, maybe bring her more treats.

Because that is what life is.  A series of moments.  Of strangers.  Of tiny cupcakes. 

And of connections.

Attitude Adjustment (By Way of a Can Opener)

 You know those days when everything, and I do mean everything, gets on your nerves?

 

I was having one of those today.

 

Logically, I know the main reason for it:  I TAKE ON TOO MUCH.  It is overwhelming.  I can’t do it all, can’t keep it straight.  Things fall through the cracks.  And I “fail”.  At least in my view I fail.

 

Logically, oh that good ol’ logic again, logically I know that it is not failure.  I am simply overwhelmed, have bit off more (far more) than I can chew.  No one could keep up the pace and not drop some balls.

 

Logically.

 

And yet I keep trying.  Keep adding to the to do list (then losing the list).

 

So today was one of those days.

 

What was bothering me was the PANTRY.  It is really busy right now, and each time I went out to check it I would find something annoying.

 

First – expired stuff.  Like – fruit bars that expired in 2024.  You don’t want to eat ‘em??  Neither do the people coming to the pantry.

 

Next – dog COOKIES.  Yes, a pack of cookies that looked just like “human cookies” but in the fine print were for dogs.  In a pantry that serves everyone – people who do not read or speak English, children, people who cannot read at all.  DOG TREATS.  No.  I don’t want a guest eating a whole pack of dog treats.

 

Then – a POT and a PAN.  No matter how many times I explain in various social media groups that we do not, that we cannot, accept things other than food and toiletries, people persist.  They put things in the pantry that they think would be helpful to others – bags, plastic silverware, books, a pen yesterday, empty take-out serving containers, plates, bowls, clothes, shoes…  Often it is things that they do not want to throw away, so they put them in the pantry or on the little shelf underneath it that is meant to hold the basket while we fill up the shelves.  And we just can’t handle it.  I don’t know how to explain that it is not our mission.  We can’t be the one-stop-shop.  And we most certainly are not Goodwill.  So don’t leave various stuff here (I always insert a “please” after this rant…).

 

So, steaming mad, I marched out to pick up the pot and pan that someone had left.  And I was confronted with…

 

BROKEN GLASS.

 

Big chunks of thick broken glass, and many, many tiny shards of it, on our sidewalk and in our lawn.  It looked like maybe the person who left the pot and pan also tried to leave a measuring cup or a drinking cup and it shattered on the sidewalk.

 

The same sidewalk that, in just a couple more hours, school kids would be walking down and riding their bikes on. 

 

So, instead of eating lunch on my short break from work, I swept up glass.  And I did it with a very bad attitude, cursing under my breath. 

 

I stomped back in the house, knowing that I had to get back to work.

 

Then the doorbell rang.

 

I opened the door to find someone I hadn’t met before.

 

“Is David here?” they asked with an accent.

 

And instantly, I knew.  I am not sure how I knew, but I knew.  This was the pantry guest that David told me about a couple of weeks ago.  David explained his country of origin and that he lives in his car.

 

“No, David isn’t here, can I help you?” I asked.

 

“Oh, umm, I was just wondering…  If you had any food??” they asked sweetly.

 

“You are _____, aren’t you?” I asked.  HOW I remembered their name I have no idea.  I can barely remember anyone’s name, and somehow this person, someone I had never met and only heard a brief story about 2 or 3 weeks ago, THEIR NAME I knew.

 

They smiled.  “Yes, yes I am.”

 

“David told me about you!  Let me go get you some food.”

 

I filled a bag with things that I knew could be eaten without cooking, plus some snacks, treats, and drinks.  And I put in one of my very favorite special items to hand out.

 

I presented them the bag and pulled the special thing out.  “See this?  I love these.  They are really good!” I explained as I held up a summer sausage. 

 

“Oh yes!  You cut and eat, right??” they clarified. 

 

Yup.  Cut, eat, and yum. 

 

I was rushed to get back to work, but really wished I had more time to talk.  “Hey, do you have a can opener??” I asked, knowing that some of the cans I had given them were not flip top.

 

“No…  No.  But I will use a knife,” they explained.

 

“No!  No.  Seriously, we have can openers!  Let me go grab you one!”.

 

They were so kind, so sensitive.  They didn’t want to take a can opener.  “Leave it for others,” they said gently, wanting to be respectful.

 

“Well, just know that we have more than food.  So if you need ANYTHING, come here and ask, ok?  Clothes.  A coat or hat for winter.  Boots, shoes.  If you have a need, we might be able to get it, so come ask,” I explained as they smiled.

 

They asked about a computer to use to help with a job search.  I pointed out the library just down the street and explained I think anyone can walk in and use a computer.

 

“You can leave that heavy bag of food here if you like.  Go down to the library, use the computer, and come back and pick it up,” I offered.

 

“Oh no, no.  I have the car,” they reminded me.

 

Ahhh yes.  They live in their car… 

 

“Oh that’s right – you have a car.”

 

“Yes ma’am, my car is running on hopes and dreams,” they said.

 

Hopes and dreams.

 

Those fuel their vehicle.

 

Heck, hopes and dreams fuel the world, don’t they?

 

The guest left.

 

I closed the door and turned to go back to work.

 

Tears in my eyes.

 

Hopes and dreams in my heart.

 

And a renewed sense of purpose.

 

 

 .

A Heart Full of Pumpkins

My heart is full, and autumn has officially begun in my world.

Kindness Activist held a PUMPKIN CELEBRATION today, and it was, in a word, glorious.

Did it solve any “real” problems?  No.

Did it end world hunger?  Again, no.

But it DID bring together a community in a unique way.  It gave folks an opportunity to celebrate the season.  It gave new volunteers a chance to help out and spread kindness. 

And pumpkins were the stars of the show.

Hard to choose which little pumpkin you want...

Ohhhhh pumpkins.  I have picked up, transported, and carried pumpkins so many times in the last 24 hours that I may well turn into a pumpkin!  With events like this, it is always impossible to know how many people will show up, which makes it hard to purchase needed supplies.  But we did a bit of math and calculated that we needed 100 small pumpkins/gourds, and 50 bigger ones.  For the bigger pumpkins, we divided the 50 into some BIG ones (more expensive), some FANCY ones (also pricier), and some “regular” old traditional pumpkins (on sale!).  The plan was to give each family one big pumpkin, and each kid age 13 and under could also take one small one. 

Sweet neighbor

We had lots going on!  We had:

-         Pumpkins to choose from

-         Snacks, including homemade cookies from the delightful Duffy, a neighbor who bakes for the Little Yellow Free Pantry and offered to make a special batch for this event.

-         Halloween/Autumn/pumpkin themed books to read aloud

-         The “Penrose Aldi” – a miniature play version of an Aldi’s check-out stand and lots of pretend groceries to purchase.  The check out stand has a belt that MOVES (when the cashier spins a handle) and a scanner that lights up and beeps.  This is fancy, people.

-         Hot cocoa, hot apple cider, and hot coffee

-         Candy and other snacks

-         A raffle with 5 prizes

-         Sidewalk chalk

-         Teeter totter

-     Tattoos (don't worry, the fake kind)

-         On-going 30 second dance parties (every time someone hits the button, loud techno music blasts for 30 seconds)

-         And a super cool craft: guests could paint or color a paper pumpkin or leaf.  The talented Jessica cut out lots of those shapes for the event using her Cricut.

Young artist at work :) 

Like I said, it is hard to know how many people will show up.  I always try to steel myself to be ok if it is just a handful, but this time people came!  Like, we were CROWDED!

Because of a threat of rain, we sat up the Aldis and food on our covered porch.  We had the craft table in the yard, but a back-up craft table was ready on the porch in case it started to pour.  The day was gray, but we only got a tiny bit of drizzle once during the whole 5-hour event. 

Penrose Aldi is OPEN for business!

It was so fun to chat with neighbors!  We caught up with old friends and met new people.  I was delighted to have a couple of kids be brave enough to read stories aloud to younger visitors (and was so glad that I had time to sit on the steps and read some books aloud myself).  Whatever you do – do NOT push that button…  That was one of my favorite stories of the day.

Stories on the steps - I loved hearing these

The artwork people made was amazing!!!  We laminated most of the pumpkins and leaves and tied them to our fence (a few kids wanted to take theirs home).  They look so cute on the fence!  And it is fun to know that the young artists will likely walk or drive past our house and be proud to see their pieces on display. 

Just a few of the painted leaves.  I was too busy to take a lot of photos, but I want to get one that shows the whole fence - it is so pretty!

We gave away the majority of the pumpkins and gourds but still have some left.  And that’s a good thing, because it has allowed us to surprise some people as we were cleaning up.  One man walked by and said hello.  We explained that we had a pumpkin party today, and he gladly accepted our offer to bring a pumpkin home with him.  Another couple pulled over and parked near the pantry.  That often means someone coming to get food, donate something, or perhaps pick up something that we have offered.

But this time it was different.  These people were going out of their way – pulling over and walking up to our house – to thank us.  They weren’t thanking us for today’s event - I don’t think they even knew we were hosting something today.  But they were thanking us for the work that we do in the world.  For spreading kindness.  For being a beacon of hope.  “I drive by your house often on my way to yoga,” the woman said.  “And I drive by all the time on my way to work,” the man chimed in.  They expressed how good it makes them feel to see what goes on here.  Then the woman held something out to me.  “Here, I would like to give you this.  Thank you,” she said.  I looked down at what she had handed me and saw it was money.  I didn’t look at how much it was but I thanked her for being so kind and pitching in.  She said that she appreciates the work that I do, and she hopes others in the community do, too.  We gave them a pumpkin (it was the theme of the day after all) and they were on their way. 

When I peeked at the denomination of the bill I realized:  this complete stranger just gave me $100…  Heart.  Melt.  It reminded me of another time that same exact thing happened when a new to me (at the time) neighbor pulled over a few years ago and did the same thing.  People are so kind.

We sat down to pull out the winning names for the raffle and ANOTHER car pulled over – this time right into our driveway.  David walked over to greet them and see what they needed.

I couldn’t hear the conversation, but the two of them were talking for a long time.  Eventually they walked over and I met the man.  He, too, drives by our house often.  He explained that he just “gets a vibe” from our home.  He asked a friend who lives near us just what this yellow house on the corner was.  “Oh!  That is FRIENDSHIP HOUSE!” they explained to him.

Isn’t that the sweetest?  We’ve heard our home called other things – Kindness House being the most common.  But I didn’t know that in some circles it is known as Friendship House.

He thought we were a business.  In fact, he asked David if we were open.  “Well, this is our house, not an office.  So yeah, we are always open,” David told him.  The man sat down on our steps and we chatted a long time.  He asked (as many people do) if this was all part of a religious organization. 

That’s a really common assumption, and I understand why people think it.  Churches, mosques, and synagogues are most often the groups that work to feed, clothe, and care for their communities.  I explained to the man that people of all faiths are welcome here and indeed, were present at the event today.  He asked some hard questions, like, “Why do you do what you do???”.  Those are tough ones to answer in the moment.  But I guess an honest answer is - because I couldn’t imagine not doing it.  Not talking to strangers.  Not laughing with children.  Not going out of my way to be kind.  It is just who I am.

If our legacy can do anything, I hope that we can demonstrate that one needn’t be a religious institution to spread kindness.  To have open arms.  To be welcoming and supportive.  You can be just ordinary people who have chosen an extraordinary path.  You can just be “Ms. Susan and Mr. David” and make a big impact. 

I honestly thought about cancelling today’s Pumpkin Celebration.  It was supposed to be a really rainy day, and we’ve been busy lately and I am tired.

But I am so glad we forged ahead.  Seeing the smiles, watching the painting, listening to stories being read and smelling hot cocoa…  It was worth the effort and time. 

Simple yard sign - speaks volumes

We aren’t making a huge difference in this world.  But today we did good.  We spread joy and kindness.  One pumpkin at a time.

The young man in blue made the sign hanging behind him.  He and his mamma worked hard on it, and he was SO PROUD when I complimented him on his art.  

Total Kindness Activist funds spent:  $465.47

When I asked a young volunteer to put this sign together, she had to report:
"Ms. Susan - we have a problem...  You do not have a letter "K"...".  In my haste, I suggested that a letter "C", though a bit unusual, might work.  Lucky for me that volunteer's mom (my friend) had the same letter set at home!  She loaned me a "K".  You would think an organization whose name starts with a "K" would have one...

What a pumpkin head

Just be kind.  Cuz, why be anything else?