#kindness — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #kindness, aggregated by home.social.
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Some people get jealous when others are having a good time.
Not me. Seeing people happy makes me happy. 💜
Happiness isn't pie. You don't get less because someone else got a slice. 🍰✨
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Be kind to every kind. 💚
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RE: https://kolektiva.social/@helynbasil/116976782779977478
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#Gaza #Palestine #children #GazaMutualAid #fediforgaza #sharingiscaring #GazaAid #humanrights #savegaza #ChildrenOfGaza #savelives #kindness #hope #humanity @candi
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#Wigons has been a #PortlandME staple long before I moved to #Maine. It's the end of an era, but Sally Wigon (106 years young) is going out of business in style -- giving away #OfficeSupplies to local teachers for their students!
In business for 94 years, Wigon Office Supplies gives stock to teachers before closing
The stalwart of Portland’s Old Port is holding a back-to-school giveaway as its 106-year-old owner prepares to shutter the shop this fall.
by Kelley Bouchard, Staff Writer, 8/25/2026
“I’ve loved every year of this,” Wigon said via email. “If these supplies can help even one teacher get their classroom ready, that’s the best way I could ask to put them to use.”
#SolarPunkSunday #Kindness #SmallBusinesses #LocalShops #MainersHelpingMainers
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ETERNAL LIFE IS KIND 💎
This morning I woke up surprisingly peaceful. My breath was free. My mind was free. My heart was free. There was #clutter around the edges, but none of it seemed able to get at me.
Then someone from a Star Trek group on Mastodon sent me a message about the way I had been using the group. By the time I read it, it felt like a threat. So I unfollowed the #group and blocked him. No argument. No defence. I DON’T DO THREATS ANYMORE. That was that.
Then the morning wandered somewhere completely different. I looked out at Lenah Valley. About 11 or 12 degrees, sunny, the #mountain right behind us. People walk up Pottery Road from here and disappear onto the mountain tracks.
I found myself imagining Hobart seventy years from now. The mountain will probably still be there. The light will still fall across the city. But #Hobart itself may be almost unrecognisable. An AI city. Not because AI will suddenly arrive with trumpets. It already seems to be changing things quietly, underneath everything.
Then #Nepal came into the morning. That enormous wall of water, rock and ice coming down the mountain. And I found myself thinking again about death. Everybody dies somehow. Somewhere. Sometime. That sounds cold until the fear drops out of it. Then it is simply true.
From there, for reasons only mornings understand, I thought about Dolly Parton and #TimCurry. Two people who mattered to me enormously in very different ways. I saw Tim Curry in the original #RockyHorror Show in London, near the World’s End pub, all those years ago. I never saw Dolly live. But I loved her kindness.
And that took me somewhere else again. To a nurse who cared for me when I was a little boy. I can still see the starched white uniform, the nurse’s cap, the #watch pinned upside down on her chest so she could look down and read it.
She gave me kindness when I needed it. That was about sixty-five years ago. She is probably long dead. But the kindness isn’t. IT IS STILL HERE. It travelled with me. Into relationships. Into things I have written. Into things I have said. Perhaps into people I will never know. #Kindness does not necessarily die with the person who gave it. It gets passed along.
Later, I noticed an old Mastodon post of mine, THE #FEDIVERSE CERTAINLY HASN’T ABOLISHED ARSEHOLES, had appeared in my notifications again. 18 boosts. 18 favourites.
Then LindaCu boosted something I had written about breathwork. I had told her I used to struggle terribly with patience and #acceptance. I could never make myself consistent. Then I found breathwork. I stopped battling myself quite so much.
I learned to breathe my way out of the #monkey mind and back into something quieter. And Linda simply boosted it. No argument. No explanation needed. Just: this happened to me. And that was enough.
By then, I realised I had spent the whole morning moving through peace, irritation, Hobart, AI, Nepal, death, Tim Curry, #DollyParton, an old nurse, breathwork and Mastodon. Quite a morning. And none of it needed fixing.
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RE: https://mastodon.social/@usama971/117168416753985544
the human stories of gaza never fail to floor me.
please, take a moment to step into their shoes & then do what you'd wish others to do if you were in their place.
a boost, a small donation, a kind word: they all have their place & do more good than you can imagine.
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Show Me Where It Hurts
I have been building and moderating conversation on the internet since the internet had conversation worth moderating, and one quarrel from those years has never let me put it down. It happened on Reddit, in one of the medical-advice communities, the ask-a-doctor kind, and the room's name has dissolved from memory while its images have refused to leave. People arrived with photographs of their own fresh cuts and posted them for assessment, and the moderators split over what they were looking at. One camp called the pictures fine in a medical setting: a patient presenting an injury to doctors, the oldest transaction in medicine arriving through a new door. The other camp read performance, attention pursued through injury, and wanted every image gone. I stood with the second camp's verdict while distrusting its reasoning, because the deletion seemed right to me for a reason neither camp was saying: whatever any single poster intended, the gallery was awe-inspiring to the wrong eyes. I could not have defended that instinct with numbers then, and now I can, so here is the argument laid out in full, the folk theory measured, the audience counted, the room itself put on the scale. […] -
CW: CW: a little philosophy, existential shrugging, and cats claiming divine authority.
I am an Epicurean agnostic deist.
Which sounds terribly complicated, but is actually quite simple.
I don't know whether there is a God, or several. Maybe there is. Maybe there isn't. I don't really know, and (this is the important bit) I don't particularly feel the need to know.
The universe is under no obligation to explain itself to me, and I am under no obligation to invent certainty where none is available.
But if there is a creator, I imagine them rather like an author who finished an enormous, complicated, occasionally beautiful manuscript, put down their pen, and walked away.
The work continues. The characters are on their own. The author is not popping back in every five minutes to rearrange the furniture, punish someone for wearing the wrong trousers, or decide which football team deserves divine favour.
And the Epicurean part?
That may be the most important bit of all.
I don't believe in living in fear. Not of gods. Not of death. Not of punishment. Not of some cosmic headteacher waiting to tell me I've been very naughty indeed. Been there, done that, minus the cosmic part. ;)
I believe in tranquillity. Friendship. Love. Thinking carefully. Being kind. Causing as little unnecessary suffering as possible.
And pleasure. Not endless excess, but the quiet, genuine pleasures of being alive.
Good food. Good coffee. Good conversation. People you love. A comfortable place to sit. A long walk. An afternoon in a park beneath old trees, watching the world happen around you.
And cats.
Obviously, cats are divine.
Perhaps Thor exists. Perhaps Bastet exists. Perhaps they are both busy. Perhaps neither exists in the way people imagine gods exist.
But when a cat climbs onto my lap, looks at me with ancient and absolute authority, and demands worship in the form of snacks, I feel that the theological evidence is at least worth considering.
So there you have it.
I don't know.
Maybe.
The creator, if there was one, has probably walked away from their work.
And in the meantime, I intend to love my friends, sit in parks, drink cocktails, pet cats, think deeply, be occasionally mischievous, and enjoy this strange little bit of existence while I've got it.
That seems quite enough theology for one lifetime. 💜🌳🐈✨
#Epicurean #Agnostic #Deist #Epicureanism #Philosophy #Ataraxia #SimplePleasures #CatsAreDivine #Bastet #Thor #Kindness
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Renter Is Shocked When Landlord Gives Her a Home After 20 Years Being a Good Tenant There
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THE UPSIDE-DOWN WATCH 💎
When I was a small boy, about five, I was sent away with tuberculosis to a children’s sanatorium in Wanganui, New Zealand. That was another time and another whole world away; I was there for roughly two years.
This morning, for no particular reason, I found myself remembering one particular nurse.
I DON’T REMEMBER HER FACE, THOUGH.
Not at all.
What I remember is her starched white uniform. Her nurse’s cap. And a little watch clipped to her uniform, upside down, so she could look down and read the time. I can see that watch now.
Sixty-five years later.
I mostly remember her from my bedtime. She put me to bed. Fussed over me and looked after me as though she was my mum. She did all those ordinary intimate little things that a small child needs an adult to do for him.
And somehow, in my memory, she simply accepted the whole role. I don’t remember conversations. I don’t remember her name. I can’t summon her face. But I remember what it felt like to be cared for by her.
THAT SURVIVED.
It makes me wonder about memory. Perhaps we don’t always remember the people who loved us or cared for us as clearly as photographs. Sometimes the faces disappear. The names disappear. Almost everything disappears.
And sixty-five years later, there is a small boy lying in a hospital bed, a woman in a starched white uniform, and an upside-down watch.
And somehow, the kindness is still alive.
@3goodthings @DigitalCoup @meditation @economics_that_works @startrek
#memory #kindness #childhood #care #ageing #humanity #child #nurse #uniform #children #Wanganui #NewZealand #tuberculosis #mum
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THAT WAS WORTH DISCOVERING 💎
I said what I needed to say yesterday.
People were kind, and I’m glad I spoke out.
But I don’t want to spend my days defending AI, arguing about AI, or making AI the subject of everything I write.
It’s a tool. I use it. That’s enough.
I learned how I want to deal with the aggro around AI. I also learned that most people are simply getting on with using it, and that when disability and accessibility enter the conversation, most people understand. And they are kind.
That was worth discovering.
But there are many more interesting things to talk about.
So, onwards. 💎
@3goodthings @DigitalCoup @meditation @economics_that_works
@startrek#AI #Kindness #HumanNature #Community #Accessibility #Disability #Fediverse #Mastodon #people #kind
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A wrong address led this heating technician to an elderly woman who desperately needed a miracle
https://web.brid.gy/r/https://www.upworthy.com/pn-hvac-technician-wrong-house-elderly-woman-heater/
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I TESTED THE WATERS.
PEOPLE WERE KIND 💎Over the past few days, I’ve been talking openly about something quite personal.
AI is not a novelty for me. It is an indispensable accessibility tool. Because I am paralysed and type with one hand, voice and AI help me turn my own thoughts into usable writing without exhausting myself.
I wasn’t entirely sure how people would react when I said that plainly. A few people were awful. But only a few.
THE OVERWHELMING RESPONSE WAS THOUGHTFUL AND KIND.
People understood that you can have serious concerns about AI and still treat the person using it with decency and dignity. People understood that accessibility matters. People understood that context matters.
And some people shared their own experiences of using AI to read inaccessible screens, instructions, packaging, or simply to remain more independent.
I found that unexpectedly moving.
WE HEAR SO MUCH ABOUT HOW TERRIBLE PEOPLE ARE ON THE INTERNET.
Yet when I actually tested the waters, most people behaved like decent human beings. They listened. They disagreed without attacking. They made room for another person’s circumstances.
THAT HAS LEFT ME FEELING TRULY GRATEFUL.
Not grateful that everyone agrees with me. They don’t. Grateful that disagreement has not erased kindness. Perhaps human beings are still rather better than the internet sometimes makes us believe.
@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@startrek#AI #Accessibility #Disability #Kindness #Fediverse #GRATEFUL #THOUGHTFUL #KIND
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I just learned about the books that Dolly Parton's Imagination Library sent to children. Wonderful!
K is for #kindnesshttps://imaginationlibrary.com/
Short video from pearlmania500 Alex Perlman describing the books and how #DollyParton used her money for good.
