Practice Random Kindness and

Senseless Acts of Beauty


It’s an underground slogan that’s spreading across the nation.


It’s a crisp winter day in San Francisco. A woman in a red Honda, Christmas presents piled high in the back, drives up to the Bay Bridge. toll .booth. “I’m paying for myself, and for the six cars behind me,” she says with a smile, handing over seven commuter tickets.


One after another, the next six drivers arrive at the toll booth, dollars in hand, only to be told, “Some lady up ahead already paid your fare. Have a nice day.” The woman in the Honda, it turned out, had read something on an index card that was taped to a friend’s refrigerator: “Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty.” The phrase seemed to leap out at her, and she copied it down.


Judy Foreman spotted the same phrase spray-painted on a warehouse wall a hundred miles from her home . When it stayed on her mind for days, she gave up and drove all the way back to copy it down. “I thought it was incredibly beautiful,” she said, explaining why she’s taken to writing it at the bottom of all her letters, “like a message from above.”


Her husband, Frank, liked the phrase so much that he put it up on the classroom wall for his seventh- graders, one of whom was the daughter of a local columnist. The columnist put it in the paper, admitting that though she liked it, she didn’t know where it came from or what it really meant.


Two days later, she heard from Anne Herbert. Tall, blonde and forty, Herbert lives in Mann, one of the country’s ten richest counties, where she house-sits, takes odd jobs, gets by. It was in a Sausalito restaurant that Herbert jotted the phrase down on a paper place-mat, after turning it around in her mind for days.


“That’s wonderful!” a man sitting nearby said, and copied it down carefully on his own place mat. “Here’s the idea,” Herbert says. “Anything you think there should be more of, do it randomly.”


Her own fantasies include: (1) breaking into depressing-looking schools to paint the classrooms, (2) leaving hot meals on kitchen tables in the poor part of town, (3) slipping money into a proud old woman’s purse. Says Herbert, “Kindness can build on itself as much as violence can.


Now the phrase is spreading, on bumper stickers, on walls, at the bottom of letters and business cards. And as it spreads, so does a vision of guerrilla goodness.


In Portland, Oregon, a man might plunk a coin into a stranger’s parking meter just in time. In Patterson, New Jersey, a dozen people with pails and mops and tulip bulbs might descend on a run-down house and clean it from top to bottom while the frail elderly owners look on, dazed and smiling. In Chicago, a teenage boy may be shoveling off a driveway when the impulse strikes. What the hell, nobody’s looking, he thinks, and shovels the neighbor’s driveway too.


It’s positive anarchy, disorder, a sweet disturbance. A woman in Boston writes “Merry Christmas!” to the tellers on the back of her checks. A man in St. Louis, whose car has just been rear-ended by a young woman, waves her away, saying, “It’s a scratch. Don’t worry.”


Senseless acts of beauty spread: A man plants daffodils along the roadway, his shirt billowing in the breeze from passing cars. In Seattle, a man appoints himself a one-man vigilante sanitation service and roams the concrete hills collecting litter in a supermarket cart. In Atlanta, a man scrubs graffiti from a green park bench. They say you can’t smile without cheering yourself up a little—likewise, you can’t commit a random kindness without feeling as if your own troubles have been light-ened if only because the world has become a slightly better place.


And you can’t be a recipient without feeling a shock, a pleasant jolt. If you were one of those rush-hour drivers who found your bridge fare paid, who knows what you might have been inspired to do for someone else later? Wave someone on in the intersection? Smile at a tired clerk? Or something larger, greater? Like all revolutions, guerrilla goodness begins slowly, with a single act. Let it be yours.


Adair Lara


It’s the action, not the fruit of the action, that’s important. You have to do the right thing. It may not be in your time. that there’ll be any fruit. But that doesn’t you stop doing the right thing. You may never know what results come from your action. But if you do nothing, there will be no results.

                                                                                Gandhi



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