I am prone to inspiration the way some people are prone to colds. Even when I do remember to order decaf, the little everyday sparks tend to convince me that life is good. So, by nature, I am drawn to the notion of random acts of kindness. They’re inspiring, they’re gratifying, they’re the spiritual equivalent of Kaizen: continuous small acts that collectively make a difference.
And yet, there are ills that do not recede without deliberate and sustained effort; random acts might mow them down a bit, but they won’t kill them. Random kindness did not pass the 13th Amendment, or the Clean... Read More