How to make Kindness part of your day


Simple ways to make Kindness a part of your day – A post to celebrate World Kindness day

How to make Kindness part of your day

I care about You


If there’s one thing that can help you get through the toughest of times, it’s knowing you are not alone. Having someone there for you, supporting you, can be what keeps you going, gets you through just one more day and one more day is all you ever need to make it through, one day at a time.

Things change, we change… and things that were soul-destroying as a child/teenager, looking back we can see that most were really not as tragic as we thought they were, and they certainly weren’t the end of the world at all.

However, for children suffering abuse or bullying it can be so bad that life can seem not worth living and whether it’s abuse, or a break up, or fearing HSC results, it’s all important to us at the time and as a child we have nothing to compare it to and pain is pain, fear is fear.

The worst pain, or the most horrific fear you can imagine, is still the worst pain and the most horrific fear for you, whether it seems silly to an adult or not, is irrelevant.

I look back on the times in my life where I didn’t care if I lived or died, and the few times where I actively sought to escape the pain permanently, and the thing that kept me going….. was someone.

Not always a friend, sometimes an acquaintance, or even a complete stranger. It could be someone I met on the street, someone who could see my pain, sometimes just a voice over the phone, or an internet message, but always… someone who cared.

Most of the time they didn’t really know me or know what was wrong, but they cared enough to see I was in pain and that was enough for me to not feel quite so alone and to feel that just perhaps…. it was worth going on…. and just maybe… things would get better.

The funny thing is, most of the people who got me through don’t even know the impact they had on my life. The lady who sat beside me at the railway station, she told me she could feel my sadness and that she just wanted to give me a hug. I cried in her arms that day, I didn’t speak and all I remember her saying is “I’m sorry.” I had never seen her before nor since that day, but she gave me the gift of her time, and her shoulder, and that was enough to keep me going.

The hand on your shoulder, the words, are you ok? Or I’m sorry, can make a world of difference. Just being there, just noticing another is in pain, can be enough to give hope and we all have the ability to give hope to someone else.

There’s rarely a day I don’t see posts on Facebook saying “I’ve had enough,” or “When does it start to get better?” We all have those days where life is tough and there seems no break on the horizon, days where it would really help to know we’re not alone.

Unfortunately, these can be the times that people turn away from us, overburdened with their own problems the last thing they need is someone else’s.

So, if you see someone who’s in pain, sad or alone, even on FB, take the time to say I’m here, or I care, or just listen, because you just never know the impact you may have on another’s life and your words, or your time may just be what helps someone else get through one more day.

And to the people out there who struggle silently, who are always the first to help others but never share just how close they are to the edge… you, I want you to know I see you, I want you to know, I care, and most importantly, I want you to know, it’s ok to take time for yourself.

Your pain is just as important as anyone else’s, your feelings count, it’s not a competition of who has the worst problems, or who can voice them the loudest. I’ve learnt over the years that you just never know what someone’s going through, we’re all different, some people share everything and that’s awesome that they’re comfortable doing that. That ability to share means they are the ones who tend to get the most sympathy and the most support, but that doesn’t mean our other friends are less in need of our care.

I’ve lost friends over the years to mental illness, they rarely, if ever, showed they were in pain. In fact, they were the ones first in line to help others, always smiling and joking.. but it was a façade. I wish they had said something, I wish I had said more, then perhaps they would still be here.

I guess if there’s a lesson to be learned from this it’s that we are all different, some of us are comfortable sharing our problems, other’s not so much, but we all have a need to connect and to know we’re not alone.

So, especially at this time when many of us are isolated from family and feeling particularly alone, try and reach out to a friend. Ask how they’re doing and when they say great or fine, say ok…now, how are you really doing ?

And listen to the answer you’re given, really listen. You just never know how much your words can mean to someone else.

Your concern may be what just gets them through another day.
(TC) xox

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J Jay Samuel Davis



A wire, a wire, we are on a wire,Impossibly crossing; so to inspire,So to defy, we are quite insane.The weather’s uncertain and, yes, it might rain.
Our leaders are plotting to grab us real soon,Imprisoning, hitting us, making us swoon.We can’t afford food, our money’s all spent,On tricky equipment, mid-air it’s been sent.
We’re so near to break-down, the atmosphere’s torn,With air ever cloudy and water forlorn.We’ve psyched ourselves so that our reason is gone,Terror and beauty greet us at dawn.
Our people amazed, as the tech cameras whir,Our mental capacity is just a blur,As terrified humans are ready to die.We’re on a wire. I think I might cry.
Yet, someone in Paradise sees that we dangle,And that if we fail, our race will just mangle,Somehow we pull it off and learn to fly,So that not even one Heavenly eyeball is dry.


A Rose by Any Other Name


A scraping of chairs as blunt pencils came to rest

Smiles of satisfaction from chair borne robots who had met the test

Mid the comfortable, constant hum of cool air, their mission was complete 

Page upon page of political correctness as ordered by Gods elite 

Soon it would be official and nicknames for soldiers strictly taboo  

Canberra believed monikers were offensive and hurtful too

Yet when it comes to soldiering, humour is always part of the game         

No formality in the ranks, and normal to be blessed with a nickname 

Such identity brimmed with wit, often used no matter where  

More so before entering fog of war, for it helped all to dare    

Their new proud titles often included place of birth and personal flaws 

It was part of the camaraderie that existed, be it peace or war

Greeny, Pitty, and Smithy  were among surnames branded with a Y

Pom, Irish, Kiwi and Zulu, all born elsewhere, were never offended by the cry 

Not forgetting the beloved Mad Spaniard and Chook Fowler, always in the fray 

Gypsy, Black Jack, Bruno and Sunburnt eager and ready to lead the way  

Drongo, Sleepy, Bludger, Walkabout, Keg eyes and other calls used so free 

All so proud of the titles dubbed by their happy family  

That was all before “Polical Correctness” came to bully bands of brothers  

Such madness had never existed to dampen spirit for each other   

Around their campfires they sang the Regiment’s favourite song

Which if sung in public would be very wrong 

Came the time their column marched into the gathering shadows of night 

Until at long last, the old generation faded from sight  

Today, a new column carries the scarred, aging sacred torch with pride

Odds are that most have nicknames, as they march in step, side by side 

Names like William Hunter, Charles Mason–Jones or Ronald Kelly quickly fall  

And become Billy Bunter, Charlie Two Names and Ned Kelly to constant calls 

Their bonds proven in strife with yells such as “Tubby, I’ll cover you mate”  

PC will surely fail, for the ANZAC Spirit and bawdy songs will never, ever abate   

So gather your blunt pencils and mindless scribbles scattered on the floor 

As you leave, switch off the lights and close the office doors 

Then go join the real army and learn about soldiering life 

Where there are always smiles and laughter, be it peace or terrible strife 

Camaraderie so powerful and where nicknames are answered with grins 

The Brass may try to stop it, but the troops wry humour will always win 

***PC-The cursed Political Correctness




1) No matter how hard you try, you can’t baptize cats..
2) When your Mum is mad at your Dad, don’t let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don’t hit her back. They always Catch the second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can’t trust dogs to watch your food..
6) Don’t sneeze when someone is cutting your hair..
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can’t hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk
9) Don’t wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10) The best place to be when you’re sad is Grandma’s lap.

1) Raising teenagers is like nailing Jello to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don’t hurt.
3) Families are like fudge…mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It’s like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.


1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you’re down there.
4) You’re getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It’s frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it’s a lousy beautician.
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.

1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don’t believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.

At age 4 success is . . . . Not piddling in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . Having friends.
At age 17 success is . . Having a driver’s license.
At age 35 success is . . . . Having money.
At age 50 success is . . . Having money.
At age 70 success is . .. . Having a driver’s license.
At age 75 success is . … . Having friends.
At age 80 success is . . .. Not piddling in your pants.


Buddhism is not a religion ” A lifestyle choice for Peace Existence



Let go of competing ~ let go of judgements ~ let go of resentment ~ let go of remorse ~ let go of worrying ~ let go of blame ~ let go of guilt ~ let go of fear ~

Achievement is selflessness ~ the most significant achievement is helping others to reach their potential ~ ask for nothing receive harmony within the universe ~ the most significant achievement is not conforming to world ways ~ the highest goodness is none attachment ~ wisdom is attained is seeing through opinion ~ the greatest goodness in you is humility and patience







Day or night
Dusk or dawn
Every moment of life
Even those in-between moments
When time stands still
I love you with a love
That is beyond
All logic
And what not?




Events have a way of turning into happenings when in love
Perspectives change dimensions, vanishing point is closer.

Heart begins to swell, emotions enhanced, exaggerated
Mind strays into clouds, soul soars skyward
Eyes on horizon, consciousness work overtime
Eyes become half-closed, in close-up mode.

Bodies sway like willows to end up in swoons
Arms long to gather softly gently the person
To be held for a lifetime or many lifetimes if possible.

Beset by longing, yearning, and pining
To be at someplace other than where you are
In a dreamy ambiance, surrounded by moon stars
Wisps of cotton-fleece clouds floating like dreams
Reality has fled, so is reason and logic
Even become lunatic like, stark raving mad.

Mouthing phrases hitherto unsaid
The magic phrase glued to the tongue
Singing songs, imagining situations
One had never thought of before
Seeking remedies, planning actions
Meditate on a specific form, contemplate
Ideal scenario, backdrop to romancing
Frequenting some lover’s lane.

At last when beholds the beloved
Forget all that wanted to be said
Tongue tide with steel wire, emotions debunked
Heart perplexed, mind disposed to find a way out.

Consciousness comes to the rescue
And all end well, like all intensely, desired,
Longed, and yearned, and pined,
Things have a way of coming true
Sometimes, when love is concerned.

Words will not wipe away your tears and hugs may not heal the pain but hold onto your memories because forever they will remain


2020: Lost year? Or a Year of Discovery?


To those who’ve lost friends and loved ones to COVID-19, let me say that I can’t even begin to truly understand the pain and anguish that has been …

2020: Lost year? Or a Year of Discovery?

Thank you God

Give thanks to God for what you are now, and keep praying and fighting for what you want to be tomorrow.


I am thankful for the difficult people in my life.they have shown me exactly who I don’t want to be.

Thought of the day