Stories Matching 'Reconciliation' Tag (14)Environment Research New Ideas Public Transportation Children Inspiration Teachers Seniors OnThe Road Grocery Store Money Workplace Animals At Home Anonymous Friendship Kindness Kindness of Strangers Courage Small Acts of Kindness Health and Wellness Generosity Sharing Family Respect Neighbors Reconciliation Smile Cards Advice Good Samaritan Giving Money Giving Ability School Church Youth Collective Arts Creative Kindness Random Act of Kindness Homeless Travel/Vacation College/University Holidays Internet Birthday Sharing Food Emergency/Disaster Community Relationships Paying-It-Forward Coffee Shop/Restaurants $100 Kindness Idea Smile Decks Thank You Serendipity Stones and Flowers--posted by Author Unknown, on Jan 29, 2007
comments (9) | email this | print | permalink Love Thy Neighbor--posted by Joe Slevcove, on Jul 22, 2007 When my wife, Beth, and I moved from the suburbs to a warehouse loft in the center of a large city, Beth embraced every aspect of urban life -- even the sirens, the parking problems, and the car alarms at night. The homeless people made me nervous, but Beth learned their names. The only neighbors who bothered her were the guys who ran the tattoo parlor across the street. They got into traffic-stopping fights, harassed women on the sidewalk, and intimidated men. They were the reason Beth didn’t walk on that side of the street. For two years she glared ... comments (49) | email this | print | permalink Confronting Road Rage With Compassion--posted by Megan, on Oct 26, 2007 I was on my way to the gym this morning and making the right turn from 21st onto Broadway when a car ran up onto me from behind, and started flashing his lights in my rear-view mirror. He then swings around in front of me and jams on his brakes. I go around him and he gives me the finger and mouths a couple of bad words through the window. I blow him a kiss. He gives me the finger again with even more ferocity and some more dirty mouth-mime. We get stopped at the next light, side by side ... comments (32) | email this | print | permalink A Gift For My Father--posted by sahaja, on Nov 29, 2007
comments (33) | email this | print | permalink Grandfather's Wooden Bowl--posted by sabrina, on Mar 1, 2008 A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, ... comments (20) | email this | print | permalink Holding My Mom's Hand--posted by sanserif, on Apr 29, 2008
comments (23) | email this | print | permalink How Heavy Is Your Bag?--posted by warmth, on Jun 7, 2008 One of my teachers had each one of us bring a clear plastic bag and a sack of potatoes. For every person we’d refuse to forgive in our life, we were told to choose a potato, write on it the name and date, and put it in the plastic bag. Some of our bags, as you can imagine, were quite heavy. We were then told to carry this bag with us everywhere for one week, putting it beside our bed at night, on the car seat when driving, next to our desk at work. The hassle of lugging this around with us ... comments (29) | email this | print | permalink Walk My Path: Love, Respect and Compassion--posted by sethi, on Jun 9, 2008 I am a male who has been egoistic, dominating, angry, jealous, suspicious, and have had a lack of respect for myself and others around me. I have been on an emotional roller coaster. I participated in various transformation workshops, however it made no difference, I remained stuck in my life. As a result, I became separated from my family and reached rock bottom in my life. Having reached there, I resisted transforming myself . After some time I realized the law of universe: what one resists, persists. I then thought to myself, start believing in yourself and it will make a difference in ... comments (31) | email this | print | permalink Returning Unconditional Love--posted by TheakstonCat, on Apr 9, 2009 I was thinking the other day, I had been very short tempered with my lovely partner, who didn't deserve it, just because I was stressed about something at work. I stomped about the house and eventually flounced out saying I was going to the library, without a backward glance or asking if there was anything I could pick up for my loved one. I suddenly realised that I had spent all day with virtual strangers (I am a Work Based Tutor and visit different companies daily ) to whom I had been polite, courteous, 'smiley' and generally a jovial person. I did not mention my ... comments (18) | email this | print | permalink Radical Kindness on the Battlefield--posted by Michael Nagler, on Apr 11, 2009
comments (8) | email this | print | permalink Remembering My Father's Vest--posted by behappyrightnow, on May 28, 2009
comments (11) | email this | print | permalink Turning Fear Into True Compassion--posted by sathsath, on Mar 18, 2010 This is a true story that happened to my friend Rekha... Rekha maintains an exercise regime that includes a brisk walk every morning around some gardens in our neighbourhood. One morning, she was walking earlier then usual, daybreak was only just beginning to set in and it was still relatively dark. As she was walking, a cyclist came up to her, snatched her handbag (containing her keys, phone and credit cards) and sped off with it! She ran after him shouting "thief - thief". A man further ahead must have heard her, or seen what had happened. He was washing a car and had a ... comments (32) | email this | print | permalink Meeting Anger With Kindness--posted by papamikey, on Oct 30, 2010
comments (19) | email this | print | permalink Human Spirit Rises To Meet Japan's Tsunami--posted by Yuka, on Mar 24, 2011 [Amidst the tragedy of the quake, tsunami and the subsequent nuclear plant explosions, the narrative of hope can often get lost. Below is an excerpt of some truly heart warming moments of oneness that unfolded in the aftermath of the tragic Tsunami.] You can see my full note here. Below are the some of the heart warming anecdotes that I have witnessed and heard from others ... Someone overseas called me on my cell. She said she wanted to connect to anyone who is in Japan, and so she called the country code and their own mobile number, which happened to be the same as ... comments (10) | email this | print | permalink
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One afternoon, he discovered that if he tossed stones over his neighbor’s fence, he could create a crashing sound, the sound of breaking glass. So he would heave a stone and wait for the crash. Heave, crash. It was great fun and felt a little dangerous. He might get caught, after all, but that, to a small boy, was part
of the excitement. As it happened, he did get caught.
The man who lived next door came to his house and told his parents about the boy and the stones. ‘I would like Juan to come to my home so I can ... 
Today, I am feeling for my father. Its been 11 years since I've been married, since I left home.
I want to confess that I have had a very troubled childhood. Though born in an educated family, I had to survive my mother's sudden death when I was five and the temper of my father. My father was a very very short tempered man, though by heart he was not bad. I had one big brother (two years elder), and my father used to beat us very badly for very small things.
After a year of mother's accident, he remarried. My ... 
Technically speaking, my Mom is old -- she is in her 70s now. She once used to be a woman full of life and laughter. All of that changed after my Dad passed away about ten years ago. Although they were not what you would call a "lovey dovey" couple, Mom did take his sudden death quite badly. She became a bit of a recluse and more of a worrier. To make matters worse, my brother decided to relocate to another city. Mom decided to stay behind with her sister.
Whenever my Mom comes over to stay with me for ... 
[This is a true story, written by Murray Polner and Stefan Merken in Peace, Justice, and Jews (1968).]
During the spring of 1921, the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, Haj Muhammed Amin el-Husseini, instigated an organized pogrom against the Jewish population in Palestine. When a group of Arabs threatened to attack Jewish homes between Jaffa and Tel Aviv, Jewish defenders went forth to meet them. An exchange of fire ensued, which threatened to escalate into full-scale warfare.
In the middle of escalating violence, a remarkable man Rabbi Ben Zion Uziel intervened. He donned his Rabbinic robes and turban and went straight onto the ... 
As a child, I had a lot of pent-up anger and was not good at communicating constructively.
Once, as I was getting ready for school, my mother accidentally handed me my father's vest instead of mine. This was around the time that I was getting to be larger in size than my father, and so as I put the vest, I felt like I was being choked in it! I realized that it was a small oversight on my mother's part, but somehow the feeling of being choked overwhelmed me and filled me with anger.
Without thinking much, I took ... 
From 1993 through 1998 I was a vendor for Chevrolet dealearships. Each week I would take a look at their used cars that were for sale. I would fix cracks in leather, cigarette burns in fabric, re-color carpets that had stains, repair windshields that had been hit by a rock, etc.
Every week I would walk into this specific Chevrolet dealer's used car lot to see what the used cars needed in the way of repairs. The general manager's wife was named Cindy. Cindy was always very rude, treating me like I was below her or that she was better than me. I was always ... | Home | About Us | Our Friends | Get Involved | Contact us |  |  |  |