As we speak, peace officers across our State of California continue to be slain in our neighborhoods that they have sworn to protect. Again, our land is being consecrated with the blood of others, our peace officers. By no measure, are random acts alone are going to set back the carnage in our streets. Encouraging others ‘to act by writing or rewarding them with recognition falls far short of the understanding we need to create the world we want. My random act of asking people to hope isn’t going to bring about a better world. Yet, as a writer, I see words as very powerful. A random bullet is very dangerous. A random act is very dangerous. It might lead us to believe that if we do one good thing everyday, our world will be a better place. There will always be a greater number of people doing a greater number of good things Clearly, we aren’t making the world a better place. It might be that we are only making our corner better for ourselves.
Creating kindness isn’t someone coming from out of town, building a school for me, taking a picture, and then returning home. I certainly would want that. Everyone
ants a better school. Kindness is more than an act. It defines who we want to be. It is the reason why act. It is the only true and the strongest force that binds us together. The power of kindness is in recognizing it’s full character and then, at every moment of our lives, bring kindness to others. We must bring kindness into our heart and thoughts. Kindness joins us to each other and to the world.
Kindness is the breath that gives us life. Kindness is the faith that gives us hope.
I do think you have to start somewhere. Probably with a random act. But not with too many random acts. Hopefully, acts of kindness cease to become random. We can hope for the day when we understand that kindness is the fundamental nature of our world. If random acts occur only when they are prompted by others, they too easily become forgotten gestures.
Kindness is the constant awareness of hoping to a create a better world for others. Kindness is our companion which surrounds us in the
warm embrace to others.
The kindest person I know is my wife. She has stayed with me for a very long time through many difficult moments. My mother devoted her life to raising her five children. Some of the most giving people I know are Chinese. Rabbi David asked me to read my verse in a memorial in his synagogue. Henry, a Mormon, ·helped me with my vote drive. Jessy, a Muslim, printed my campaign literature. Father Jerome hears my confession. All of them know that kindness isn’t merely an act. It is the way you live.
I would like to share that kind of life with them.
Will Emes Jr.