Darcy Link

School: Castle Douglas High School, Dumfries and Galloway
 

Kindness

 
You walked into another store, ready to hunt down gifts. They were for nobody in particular, in fact, they were for anyone you would come across. It had always been your view that with a little kindness, and friendly acts, people would appreciate the little things more, like the unexpected good deed of a stranger, or just kindness in general. It made you sad that kindness was so scarce nowadays; people were always too busy with business offers or money that they never took the time to help people out.

After around 15 minutes of searching you picked out a few gifts that the general public could like, it was unsurprisingly difficult to buy for nobody in particular, yet a single individual. You walked up to the counter, with the money already hand. You made general chit-chat with the person working at the till. ‘Harriot’ was what their name tag read, so therefore that obviously was their name, and as usual when it was someone you had never seen before, you complimented the name.

It was 3pm, so it was time to make a start on giving out the things you had bought. You loved the spark in somebody’s eye whenever they got a gift from you, a random stranger. That spark was what you lived for.

One day, a girl, aged maybe around 7 or 8 walked up to you with a skip in her step, obviously wanting to say something to you, so you started off the conversation.

“Hello!”

“Hello miss!” the girl replied, innocence echoing in her words.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Miss, why do you give out presents to people? I’ve seen you hand them out to a lot…” - before continuing she gestured with her arms a child’s measurement of ‘a lot’ - “…of people! Surely you can’t know all of them.” 

“I don’t know all of them! You see, with a little kindness, and a gift, you can brighten anyone’s day! And people being happy is great, right?” you continued enthusiastically, yet not patronizingly. 

 “Yeah! Thank you Miss!” The girl turned to walk away, but you stopped her, and handed her a gift. Her eyes lit up, and she skipped off happily. You knew the kid would love the gift, she seemed like the type to like that sort of thing. 

Inside the wrapping paper of the gift you gave the girl was a soft toy, a bear. It was white as freshly fallen snow, with a baby blue and pink striped ribbon around its neck. On one of its paws the word ‘happiness’ was stitched on in beautiful handwriting. You were glad that you had somehow managed to pick that up that one particular day. Despite it being £250, you felt somewhere in your soul that you would find a loving owner to it.

Money wasn’t a problem for you anyway. You were a multi-millionaire due to your parents, and you decided that didn’t stop you from being kind, and it never would. 

 

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