soc disadvantage

They are not pretty people, this group of friends of mine, so why do I think of them, when I think of someone kind.

They walk aimlessly in the halls, or sit quietly on some seat; waiting, waiting, will someone come whom they can kindly greet?

I walk in without a knock, how quickly they arise, to offer their own spot as if it were a prize.

I tell them I’m looking for someone kind, and my first thought was of them.  They responded, “That’s cause you’re kind,” nodding heads with great big grins.

Each seems hurried to kindly ask if I’d like a glass of tea; I feel compelled to accept with thanks the gift they offer me.

“Do you want to see the paper?” asks Bobby with a grin, with hair slicked back, in rumpled clothes, and whiskers on his chin.

One offers “Here’s a scarf I made for you with yarn on this here frame,” “Thanks,” I stammer guiltily – a gift for me and I can’t recall her name.

A new fellow, I call him Slim asks, “Do you exercise much?”  I hesitate, then I admit I don’t.  He says, “Didn’t think so,” as he demonstrates my flabby arm.  My loyal friends feel chagrined and quickly react with alarm.  I laughingly tell them, “That’s okay.  He didn’t mean to cause any harm.”

After a few chit-chats, how are you’s, and assurance that I’ve been well, they tell me what it means to them that I would come to sit a spell.

It’s time to go, and I tell them so.  They say, “Come again.”  I say, “I will” then pretend I don’t hear them ask me when.

Two fellows who consider themselves my hosts, walk me to my car.  I tell them thanks while they close my door and check that it’s not ajar.

Then they go back with a wave good-bye,  and a smile to cover their sorrow, close the door, find a seat, and quietly wait for tomorrow.


#RevofKindness  Week 6 is to choose some one kind who inspires me with kindness.  I have chosen a group of people who live in a group home near by.  Thanks, Niki, for the opportunity to remind everyone of the kindness among some “not so beautiful” but loving, kind people. (The picture is from clip art, very representative of my friends.)


About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. calensariel says:

    Lovely post. I visit five ladies from church a couple times a month.

  2. Niki says:

    What a great way to highlight their kindness! You made me laugh several times! Thank you for this, I really enjoyed reading it. I’m glad you were able to be inspired by kindness in a place you might not have thought of before. ❤

  3. luckyjc007 says:

    People do not always require a lot and just a few minutes of your time, kindness, and understanding means so much.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Their kindness means so much to me because I know how little opportunity they have to give their kindness to anyone. Actually these people appear to be very kind to each other also. Yes, I do think they see me as kind to them also, but I know I could give them much more than I do. So I don’t see it as very generous of me.

  4. The kindest student I had the opportunity to work with a week or so ago was also the student that no other student wanted to acknowledge they knew, except for one brave boy. So sad for the rest of them. But myself and the boy have found a treasure.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Oh, I am so glad he has you and the boy. A school can be a rough place for one who does not “measure up” in looks. So many times that results in the child being defeated in so many other parts of his/her life. I have enough school experience to wonder just how many of these adults were rejected long ago just based on their looks. Many are very loving and there are some very intelligent among them also. But at this stage of their adult lives, the wounds are so deep, medication has become a way of life. You have a great opportunity to share your love. Be blessed as you bless others.

  5. Smiling (BIG) with your share. 🙂

  6. What a lovely and inspiring post!

  7. Motivating post Ms.Oneta ! Perhaps it’s also true that the kindness that one puts out to the world comes back around like a boomerang and pays off in future. Do you agree with this ? 🙂

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