This year I had decided that I didn’t want any birthday presents, that turning another year older was a gift in itself. So the only way that I could celebrate 32 years of awesomeness was to do 32 random acts of kindness leading up to the anniversary that my mum popped me out.
I was actually surprised at how nervous I got, before I was about to perform a RAOK. Ideally at times I wanted to slip right under the radar, like when I bought the next person’s coffee (that wasn’t even in line yet). I was hoping my takeaway mocha had taken me away by then. But the guy was so stoked that he came over and personally thanked me.
Other times I had the people behind the counter so grateful for what I was doing, or in absolute disbelief that I’d given up my free coffee card for the next person or that I’d shouted a stranger their soak at the hot pools.
Not all of my RAOK involved opening my wallet. I wrote notes and helped strangers out off the cuff. Don’t get me wrong, I generally love to help others’ out, but for me this personal little challenge was to see how far I could go and turn it into more of a habit. I really do believe that an act of kindness gives you an intrinsic motivation to be a better person.
The thirty-two random acts of kindness may be over, but it’s not… really. It’s given me that extra bit of oomph to go that little extra bit. And I have learnt that when you ask for no birthday presents, they still come in abundance!