Kindness as a Lifestyle

When we would visit my dad in the memory care unit, we were never sure what sort of visit we would have with him. Sometimes, we’d peek around the corner and there he’d be, among the other residents. He’d glance up, see us, and a giant smile would spread on his face; we’d know that it would be a time we could reminisce a bit about old times.

There were other visits, of course, where we’d come to him in his wheelchair, and gently draw him out of wherever it is he was in his mind, and he’d look at us and offer a meek smile. My dad wouldn’t know who we were-he couldn’t place us as more than strangers. But here’s the thing…no matter if he recognized us as his beloved children or grandchildren, or if he thought we were strangers…every visit, without fail, he offered us his chair. Or something to eat. A stick of gum. He offered us his unbiased kindness. It didn’t matter who we were…it was who he was. He was kind from within.

When he passed, that stuck with us. The idea that even in the darkest, scariest, loneliest, confusing times-kindness can prevail.

So together, our family founded ALL KIND PROJECT. Inspiring unbiased kindness as a lifestyle.

Not a random act.

But a way to live.

From Within.

We know…most folks are already kind…this isn’t a new concept.

But unbiased kindness to ourselves?

Others?

Animals and the planet?

Kindness as a LIFESTYLE?

Perhaps there’s always room to expand and grow.

We are so excited to announce the launch of our ALL KIND COMMITMENT APP.

Join this app.

Watch the world map begin to fill with others.

Pass it on.

Inspire others.

And let’s all be ALL KIND.

Everyday.

Please…in honor of someone in your life who has inspired you to be kind-commit to helping the world be a kinder place.

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