TODAY’S BEST
MARCH 18
TODAY’S BEST
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
You are Special
Some of us believe that we are ordinary or insignificant. Others wait for a long time to be able to sing like Celine Dion or paint like Leonardo da Vinci before they start. It is common to hear someone say, “…if I only have that kind of talent” …If I was only born rich, or if my parents had money to send me to college, or if I was not born blind..”
The truth is, no one is insignificant. Each one is special in the eyes of the Creator. Everyone has a gift. Maybe it takes time to know that we have it, but it is there, waiting to be discovered or nurtured.
I taught art for quite sometime, handling workshop with children and adults. Most adult learners have many fears and inhibitions. Some are afraid to even try holding the brush, while children are bolder and excited to hold it in anyway they want so they can create shapes and colors.
One interesting student I had was in her forties, who said that she had always wanted to draw, but fearful that it might not come out right. I encouraged her to try and was amazed how good she was. It seemed that she had been painting in her mind for years, but never got the courage to lay it down on paper. The truth is, art defies age. Grandma Moses, started painting at 80 years old, after washing diapers. Her biography showed rich collection of her paintings. She was one of the most prolific and gifted artists the world ever had.
Helen Keller who was born blind and deaf, was able to conquer her disability and helped others with the same predicament to find life’s fulfillment and purpose.
Stevie Wonder was blind, but his blindness did not stop him to become a great composer.
When I start complaining and making excuses not to paint, I am rebuked everytime I see the calendar given to me by Dr. Thelma Florendo,( one of my heroes) featuring the artworks of painters who have no hands yet they paint with their mouths and feet.
Psalms 139:13-14 says, “…you made all the delicate , inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!”
These thoughts are too wonderful to think about. We were wonderfully made. You are important, and you already have what it takes to do what you are suppose to accomplish.
Summer at Tambobo Bay
oil on canvas
Watercolors
$2.00 (handpainted notecards)
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
The Dog and the Paints
Metropost
March 4,2006
TODAY’S BEST
Muffet Dolar Villegas
The Dog and the Paints
We all want to be happy. H.C. Matten wrote that the way to happiness is simple. “Keep your heart free from hate, your mind from worry. Live simply, expect little, give much. Fill your life with love. Scatter sunshine. Forget self. Think of others. Do as you would done by…”
It seems easy to follow these rules to a happy heart, but when we are confronted with situations, they seem bigger than we can handle.
Years ago, when we bought a house in a new neighborhood, a set of my oil paints was stolen by someone who painted his dogs with my grumbacher paints (which to me ,costs a fortune), my heart was a wreck. They are just paints, but they mean more than that.
The teenage boy knew that I knew and he was proud of it. I was beating a deadline for a solo painting exhibit and I had scrimped and saved for those paints.
My loss and his guts to show off my paints all over his dog provided a fertile ground to nurture my anger to become like a monster.
It was hard to paint, for every stroke reminded me of my paints and the dog. Later on I realized, that it wasn’t the lack of paints which disabled me to create landscapes and gardens. The problem was not the paints or the dog, but it was my heart.
They say that when we hate our enemies we give them the power over us. We allow them to steal our sleep, peace, health and joy. We are fulfilling their motive to hurt us. We give them a way to make us exactly like them. Bitter and dark.
Hatred is like an acid. It corrodes the vessel that holds it. The longer it stays, the weaker the vessel becomes. The only way is to release it and let it go…don’t give it a shelter even for one night in your heart.
I regained back my peace by not having my paints returned to me, but when I changed my heart.
March 4,2006
TODAY’S BEST
Muffet Dolar Villegas
The Dog and the Paints
We all want to be happy. H.C. Matten wrote that the way to happiness is simple. “Keep your heart free from hate, your mind from worry. Live simply, expect little, give much. Fill your life with love. Scatter sunshine. Forget self. Think of others. Do as you would done by…”
It seems easy to follow these rules to a happy heart, but when we are confronted with situations, they seem bigger than we can handle.
Years ago, when we bought a house in a new neighborhood, a set of my oil paints was stolen by someone who painted his dogs with my grumbacher paints (which to me ,costs a fortune), my heart was a wreck. They are just paints, but they mean more than that.
The teenage boy knew that I knew and he was proud of it. I was beating a deadline for a solo painting exhibit and I had scrimped and saved for those paints.
My loss and his guts to show off my paints all over his dog provided a fertile ground to nurture my anger to become like a monster.
It was hard to paint, for every stroke reminded me of my paints and the dog. Later on I realized, that it wasn’t the lack of paints which disabled me to create landscapes and gardens. The problem was not the paints or the dog, but it was my heart.
They say that when we hate our enemies we give them the power over us. We allow them to steal our sleep, peace, health and joy. We are fulfilling their motive to hurt us. We give them a way to make us exactly like them. Bitter and dark.
Hatred is like an acid. It corrodes the vessel that holds it. The longer it stays, the weaker the vessel becomes. The only way is to release it and let it go…don’t give it a shelter even for one night in your heart.
I regained back my peace by not having my paints returned to me, but when I changed my heart.
Forgiveness, a continuing process
Today’s Best Jan.28
Today’s Best
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
Forgiveness… a continuing process
Corrie Ten Boom, a woman who suffered during the German occupation of Holland, spoke of forgiveness one day in a church in Munich. Together with her father, brother, sister Betsie, they were sent to concentration camp because they helped the Jews to escape. Her father died after ten days and she watched in agony while her sister was brutally beaten and abused by the SS guards until her last breath.
As she finished speaking, a man stood. She remembered him well. He was one of of the SS guards in that concentration camp. As he stretched his hand to shake hers, the memories of her sister flooded her mind. It seemed eternity before she stretched out her hand. As she did so, the warmth of God’s love enveloped her.
Forgiveness is not easy. Especially those who have been through so much agony. Sometimes we talk about forgiveness but its not easy to apply it. But Corrie Ten Boom walked the talk.
When we forgive, we release ourselves from a prison cell. Floyd Mc Clung said that “Forgiveness is not a feeling. Neither is it simply trying to forget the bad things done to us. It is the act of the will and heart. It is giving the person something they do not have the right to have-pardon.”
He also said that forgiveness acknowledges that we have been wronged but it goes beyond that and extends mercy.
Some people say, I can forgive but I can’t forget. Forgiveness is not done once, it is a continuing process. Hurt comes whenever we remember the deed. But if we are willing to forgive, we continually reaffirm that we have forgiven that person. Healing takes time, and as human beings, it is sometimes impossible.
But by asking God’s grace, God can replace that hurt into love… and love starts with humility. We can only love a person as we know that we too are loved and forgiven many times despite of who we are.
Today’s Best
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
Forgiveness… a continuing process
Corrie Ten Boom, a woman who suffered during the German occupation of Holland, spoke of forgiveness one day in a church in Munich. Together with her father, brother, sister Betsie, they were sent to concentration camp because they helped the Jews to escape. Her father died after ten days and she watched in agony while her sister was brutally beaten and abused by the SS guards until her last breath.
As she finished speaking, a man stood. She remembered him well. He was one of of the SS guards in that concentration camp. As he stretched his hand to shake hers, the memories of her sister flooded her mind. It seemed eternity before she stretched out her hand. As she did so, the warmth of God’s love enveloped her.
Forgiveness is not easy. Especially those who have been through so much agony. Sometimes we talk about forgiveness but its not easy to apply it. But Corrie Ten Boom walked the talk.
When we forgive, we release ourselves from a prison cell. Floyd Mc Clung said that “Forgiveness is not a feeling. Neither is it simply trying to forget the bad things done to us. It is the act of the will and heart. It is giving the person something they do not have the right to have-pardon.”
He also said that forgiveness acknowledges that we have been wronged but it goes beyond that and extends mercy.
Some people say, I can forgive but I can’t forget. Forgiveness is not done once, it is a continuing process. Hurt comes whenever we remember the deed. But if we are willing to forgive, we continually reaffirm that we have forgiven that person. Healing takes time, and as human beings, it is sometimes impossible.
But by asking God’s grace, God can replace that hurt into love… and love starts with humility. We can only love a person as we know that we too are loved and forgiven many times despite of who we are.
Todays Best
January 21
Today’s Best
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
Humility… Anyone?
I was scanning for news in the internet few weeks ago when I came across this article about Al Pacino. I used to watch his gangster movies when I was younger, and even some of his films now still fascinates me. He is known as the” Godfather” Legend Al Pacino.
But late November last year, he surprised the staff of the London’s lavish Ritz hotel when he came down the lobby and talked to them in the middle of the night for an hour. He thanked the reception staff and the doorman for taking good care of him. He chatted and had pictures taken with them.
Apparently he could not sleep but he never complained about anything nor made any demands to change or improve his room.
This is a little bit unusual for celebrities. Most celebrities have a peculiar idea that they are somebody who deserves attention and first class treatment.
This reminds me of another story, A proud man obviously expected an elaborate treatment and when he did not receive it, he asked angrily, “Do you know who I am?” The staff turned to another and said, he does not know his name, do you know him? Then laughter followed.
Humility can be elusive like a dream. We lose it once we know that we have it. A little boy once asked,“ Mommy, can I be proud that I am humble?”
January 21
Today’s Best
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
Humility… Anyone?
I was scanning for news in the internet few weeks ago when I came across this article about Al Pacino. I used to watch his gangster movies when I was younger, and even some of his films now still fascinates me. He is known as the” Godfather” Legend Al Pacino.
But late November last year, he surprised the staff of the London’s lavish Ritz hotel when he came down the lobby and talked to them in the middle of the night for an hour. He thanked the reception staff and the doorman for taking good care of him. He chatted and had pictures taken with them.
Apparently he could not sleep but he never complained about anything nor made any demands to change or improve his room.
This is a little bit unusual for celebrities. Most celebrities have a peculiar idea that they are somebody who deserves attention and first class treatment.
This reminds me of another story, A proud man obviously expected an elaborate treatment and when he did not receive it, he asked angrily, “Do you know who I am?” The staff turned to another and said, he does not know his name, do you know him? Then laughter followed.
Humility can be elusive like a dream. We lose it once we know that we have it. A little boy once asked,“ Mommy, can I be proud that I am humble?”
November 19, 2006
Today’s Best
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
Compassion is Love in Action
For hours now, his old bent figure stooped down to pick up more starfish and threw them back to the sea. A young man passed by and said, “There are hundreds of them to be rescued from the heat of the sun out here. How can you make a difference?”
The old man lifted one starfish in his gnarled hand and said,” It makes a lot of difference to this one.”
Do we really make a lot of difference in the world today? Don’t we feel overwhelmed by people and circumstances?
Often, we hear people say, how can we eradicate crimes in this city? How can we spread peace and understanding since we are so few with a small voice? How can we contribute something good to our society? How can we start change in our government? How can we make a difference?
The questions are endless but the answers are like rain in the desert. But everything has to start with one single step. When we do something good, others call us “do-gooders” which has usually a negative meaning. Sometimes we also feel that doing good is something to be ashamed of.
But last week, I saw a lovely scene at Perdices street. A young man offered an older woman to assist her in crossing the street. I used to see a lot of these when I was growing up, but nowadays, it’s a rare thing. The young lad took that opportunity to allow us to see a diminishing Filipino culture which is a cherished value. I find it “cool.”
Yes, it is “cool” to be helpful, respectful, compassionate, considerate, hardworking…etc.
These values should not only belong to the past. This is the time when we needed it most.
A beautiful hand is not the hand that is smooth and unblemished but a rough, sun beaten hand. A handsome face is not what we see on television screen. But a face that shows compassion and sympathy.
Compassion is love in action
Today’s Best
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
Compassion is Love in Action
For hours now, his old bent figure stooped down to pick up more starfish and threw them back to the sea. A young man passed by and said, “There are hundreds of them to be rescued from the heat of the sun out here. How can you make a difference?”
The old man lifted one starfish in his gnarled hand and said,” It makes a lot of difference to this one.”
Do we really make a lot of difference in the world today? Don’t we feel overwhelmed by people and circumstances?
Often, we hear people say, how can we eradicate crimes in this city? How can we spread peace and understanding since we are so few with a small voice? How can we contribute something good to our society? How can we start change in our government? How can we make a difference?
The questions are endless but the answers are like rain in the desert. But everything has to start with one single step. When we do something good, others call us “do-gooders” which has usually a negative meaning. Sometimes we also feel that doing good is something to be ashamed of.
But last week, I saw a lovely scene at Perdices street. A young man offered an older woman to assist her in crossing the street. I used to see a lot of these when I was growing up, but nowadays, it’s a rare thing. The young lad took that opportunity to allow us to see a diminishing Filipino culture which is a cherished value. I find it “cool.”
Yes, it is “cool” to be helpful, respectful, compassionate, considerate, hardworking…etc.
These values should not only belong to the past. This is the time when we needed it most.
A beautiful hand is not the hand that is smooth and unblemished but a rough, sun beaten hand. A handsome face is not what we see on television screen. But a face that shows compassion and sympathy.
Compassion is love in action
Stop and Listen
TODAY’S BEST OCT 22
Today’s Best
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
Stop and Listen
A couple of years ago, I sat on one of the benches where I had a good view of the ocean. I made watercolor sketches of many winding paths, small bridges with people and some sea lions playing and sunbathing near the rocks at La Jolla Cove in California.
Tourists and locals would pass by and take a look see at my work, enjoying the delicate splashes of watercolors here and there which formed images.
On the first day,a pretty woman in her late thirties got fascinated and sat beside me. She asked politely if she can talk while I sketched. I told her that was not a problem with me. She had this trusting blue eyes and a shoulder length blond hair.She could be a movie star. I sat listening and sketching. When I finished my artwork, I learned her life story. She offered to buy my 8 by 12 inches of a watercolor seascape with few rocks and sea lions.
She thanked me profusely for a nice conversation. I wondered why she said that. I seldom talked. I just listened. But she said she felt good talking about her problem, and apologized for talking much. She lived alone and had no one to talk to most of the time because everyone was busy like her. She had a good job, a nice house overlooking the ocean, a nice car which she changed quite often. But she was lonely.
I met several like her everytime I sat and sketched at the park. It became my favorite past time to listen to people, while they watched me work. Listening can be an art itself.
It was a nice way to forget my own loneliness, being away from home for three months. That was a wonderful visit with my sister’s family and my mother. They did everything possible to make my vacation happy. But there was no place like home. It was a wonderful place to live, but when you are away from your family, the nights became longer and darker.
I love roses. And my sister’s roses were as big as cabbages. But with all these beautiful places, gardens, oceans, and museums and galleries, my heart was longing for home.
When I came back, I appreciated talking to people anywhere. What a privilege and a gift to be able to have time to talk, mingle, and just talk about the weather.They say that listening is a form of conversation. One may live in a jungle full of people, but there is a deep void of loneliness inside each heart. People from all walks of life have a story to tell.
Our country may not be perfect. But loneliness is a strange word to most of us.
Today’s Best
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
Stop and Listen
A couple of years ago, I sat on one of the benches where I had a good view of the ocean. I made watercolor sketches of many winding paths, small bridges with people and some sea lions playing and sunbathing near the rocks at La Jolla Cove in California.
Tourists and locals would pass by and take a look see at my work, enjoying the delicate splashes of watercolors here and there which formed images.
On the first day,a pretty woman in her late thirties got fascinated and sat beside me. She asked politely if she can talk while I sketched. I told her that was not a problem with me. She had this trusting blue eyes and a shoulder length blond hair.She could be a movie star. I sat listening and sketching. When I finished my artwork, I learned her life story. She offered to buy my 8 by 12 inches of a watercolor seascape with few rocks and sea lions.
She thanked me profusely for a nice conversation. I wondered why she said that. I seldom talked. I just listened. But she said she felt good talking about her problem, and apologized for talking much. She lived alone and had no one to talk to most of the time because everyone was busy like her. She had a good job, a nice house overlooking the ocean, a nice car which she changed quite often. But she was lonely.
I met several like her everytime I sat and sketched at the park. It became my favorite past time to listen to people, while they watched me work. Listening can be an art itself.
It was a nice way to forget my own loneliness, being away from home for three months. That was a wonderful visit with my sister’s family and my mother. They did everything possible to make my vacation happy. But there was no place like home. It was a wonderful place to live, but when you are away from your family, the nights became longer and darker.
I love roses. And my sister’s roses were as big as cabbages. But with all these beautiful places, gardens, oceans, and museums and galleries, my heart was longing for home.
When I came back, I appreciated talking to people anywhere. What a privilege and a gift to be able to have time to talk, mingle, and just talk about the weather.They say that listening is a form of conversation. One may live in a jungle full of people, but there is a deep void of loneliness inside each heart. People from all walks of life have a story to tell.
Our country may not be perfect. But loneliness is a strange word to most of us.
Let Them Live...
Today’s Best
September 24
Published at Metropost
TODAY’S BEST
BY MUFFET DOLAR VILLEGAS
LET THEM LIVE…
In Norman Vincent Peale’s book called The Incredible Century, it quoted an article written after the First World War which said “…The allies mobilized more than 42 million men, and 5 million of them were killed, including 116,516 Americans. There were 21 million wounded combatants in all...war expenditures differ widely but the best guess for the Allied effort is $30 trillion…and still , the figures do not tell the saddest story of all-the obliteration of a whole generation of young men on the Western Front.”
That war, like all wars, took the lives of many. They fought for a reason, for patriotism, for ideologies. But the scars will remain hidden inside the human heart, regardless of reason. The memory etched in those who survived were more painful than the agonizing pain suffered by those who passed on.
Joyce Kilmer, a young talented soldier who wrote the poem “Trees” was among those who were killed during that war. He was young and full of dreams.
“I think that I shall never see …A poem lovely as a tree…” Those were beautiful familiar lines that we all know.
After that, many more wars came. Big and small. Countless children were orphaned. Haunting cries came at night from those who were left behind.
How valuable is life? How many were killed in the prime of their youth? How many would have been a successful teacher, businessman, artist, or poet or simply a joy to behold?
That thirteen year old girl who was raped and killed recently, her life was snuffed off like a frail candle. For that baby who needed help to save her life, and was refused to avail of some benefits because she had down syndrome, who can measure the happiness of her mother to see her live? For the many, countless faces whose lives were terminated by those who never value it, what has become of their children, their parents whose scars would remain maybe for a lifetime?
Even for those who cannot benefit the society are we to judge that they are not worthy to live?
I admire those who have allowed a miracle to happen to save the life of baby Kate. I can see the fingerprints of God, as many were moved to help her live. Sometimes we are allowed to know someone, for a reason. I admire Olga, and the likes of her who has the courage and the heart to start a campaign to save baby Kate’s life. As always it takes someone to say YES GOD. And the windows of heaven opens.
Come on, there is a war in this city. A war that resides inside the human psyche. To do what is right or wrong. Let others live. Give them a chance. We have the same God. The God of many chances.
September 24
Published at Metropost
TODAY’S BEST
BY MUFFET DOLAR VILLEGAS
LET THEM LIVE…
In Norman Vincent Peale’s book called The Incredible Century, it quoted an article written after the First World War which said “…The allies mobilized more than 42 million men, and 5 million of them were killed, including 116,516 Americans. There were 21 million wounded combatants in all...war expenditures differ widely but the best guess for the Allied effort is $30 trillion…and still , the figures do not tell the saddest story of all-the obliteration of a whole generation of young men on the Western Front.”
That war, like all wars, took the lives of many. They fought for a reason, for patriotism, for ideologies. But the scars will remain hidden inside the human heart, regardless of reason. The memory etched in those who survived were more painful than the agonizing pain suffered by those who passed on.
Joyce Kilmer, a young talented soldier who wrote the poem “Trees” was among those who were killed during that war. He was young and full of dreams.
“I think that I shall never see …A poem lovely as a tree…” Those were beautiful familiar lines that we all know.
After that, many more wars came. Big and small. Countless children were orphaned. Haunting cries came at night from those who were left behind.
How valuable is life? How many were killed in the prime of their youth? How many would have been a successful teacher, businessman, artist, or poet or simply a joy to behold?
That thirteen year old girl who was raped and killed recently, her life was snuffed off like a frail candle. For that baby who needed help to save her life, and was refused to avail of some benefits because she had down syndrome, who can measure the happiness of her mother to see her live? For the many, countless faces whose lives were terminated by those who never value it, what has become of their children, their parents whose scars would remain maybe for a lifetime?
Even for those who cannot benefit the society are we to judge that they are not worthy to live?
I admire those who have allowed a miracle to happen to save the life of baby Kate. I can see the fingerprints of God, as many were moved to help her live. Sometimes we are allowed to know someone, for a reason. I admire Olga, and the likes of her who has the courage and the heart to start a campaign to save baby Kate’s life. As always it takes someone to say YES GOD. And the windows of heaven opens.
Come on, there is a war in this city. A war that resides inside the human psyche. To do what is right or wrong. Let others live. Give them a chance. We have the same God. The God of many chances.
Killing with Kindness
Today’s Best
Published at Metropost
July 29,2007
Today”s Best
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
Killing with Kindness
Once, in her growing up years, my daughter asked me, “How can I get even with my enemy?” I told her, “ You may get even with your enemy in so many ways, but he or she remains your enemy. But if you don’t want an enemy, you may kill your enemy with kind deeds.” The next day she told me with a smile on her face. “Mommy, I did it. I helped her and we became friends.”
Abraham Lincoln said, “Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?”
Life is full of spices. We make friends and we also create enemies. Sometimes we can explain the first, but we get confused by the latter as to how it happened. Whether we like it or not there are people who don’t like us. They may not like our style, our voice, our hair, our habits or our mannerisms. They may not even like our tone, our colors, our lifestyles or our guts. Even our hairstyle get onto their nerves or the way we walk or the way we talk. Other people’s opinion is out of our control, but sometimes we can also learn from them.
I heard someone say, “I can’t explain it, but there is something in that person that simply irritates me.” Ofentimes, our biases or prejudices come from a long time ago experience. Others may have been influenced by our friends or from people close to us.
Others make friends so easily but others take a long time to open their hearts for someone.
But sometimes, the indifference of a person comes from frustration or some deep hurt which others have inflicted upon them. When one hates you, hating back is not an answer. Compassion is the right reaction. A vengeful heart is unhappy, but a compassionate, understanding and loving heart is the source of joy.
It was told that a wounded soldier, lay in pain in the middle of the gunfire, the enemy who was also a young lad took the risk of helping the wounded young man. In the middle of the battlefield, all the fighting stopped, as they witnessed one act of kindness which history may have forgotten, but it was etched in the young man’s heart, who received that kindness.
Famous author Ettiene De Grellet said, “ I expect to pass this way but once, any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not deter or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.”
Kindness is an oil that mends a rusty or broken heart. It takes kindness to see a person’s beautiful self, and to win friends and destroy enemies.
Human nature is both complex and wonderful. Each one of us has the good and the dark side. But the beauty in life is that we always have a choice.
Jesus said in Matthew 9:13,”I desire kindness, not sacrifice.”
Published at Metropost
July 29,2007
Today”s Best
By Muffet Dolar Villegas
Killing with Kindness
Once, in her growing up years, my daughter asked me, “How can I get even with my enemy?” I told her, “ You may get even with your enemy in so many ways, but he or she remains your enemy. But if you don’t want an enemy, you may kill your enemy with kind deeds.” The next day she told me with a smile on her face. “Mommy, I did it. I helped her and we became friends.”
Abraham Lincoln said, “Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?”
Life is full of spices. We make friends and we also create enemies. Sometimes we can explain the first, but we get confused by the latter as to how it happened. Whether we like it or not there are people who don’t like us. They may not like our style, our voice, our hair, our habits or our mannerisms. They may not even like our tone, our colors, our lifestyles or our guts. Even our hairstyle get onto their nerves or the way we walk or the way we talk. Other people’s opinion is out of our control, but sometimes we can also learn from them.
I heard someone say, “I can’t explain it, but there is something in that person that simply irritates me.” Ofentimes, our biases or prejudices come from a long time ago experience. Others may have been influenced by our friends or from people close to us.
Others make friends so easily but others take a long time to open their hearts for someone.
But sometimes, the indifference of a person comes from frustration or some deep hurt which others have inflicted upon them. When one hates you, hating back is not an answer. Compassion is the right reaction. A vengeful heart is unhappy, but a compassionate, understanding and loving heart is the source of joy.
It was told that a wounded soldier, lay in pain in the middle of the gunfire, the enemy who was also a young lad took the risk of helping the wounded young man. In the middle of the battlefield, all the fighting stopped, as they witnessed one act of kindness which history may have forgotten, but it was etched in the young man’s heart, who received that kindness.
Famous author Ettiene De Grellet said, “ I expect to pass this way but once, any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not deter or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.”
Kindness is an oil that mends a rusty or broken heart. It takes kindness to see a person’s beautiful self, and to win friends and destroy enemies.
Human nature is both complex and wonderful. Each one of us has the good and the dark side. But the beauty in life is that we always have a choice.
Jesus said in Matthew 9:13,”I desire kindness, not sacrifice.”
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