February 21, 2008
IREAD WITH interest Jill Porter's column "A Chain of Kindness. " I would like to tell you about a kindness extended to my family and me by an anonymous stranger. My youngest son, Chris, is in the Army and had just recently returned from a 15-month deployment to Iraq. The kindness was done just before he returned to Ft. Bliss, Texas, on Jan. 28, 2008. My wife and I, my oldest son and my grandson and, of course, Chris went to dinner at the Outback restaurant on Baltimore Pike in Springfield, Delaware County.
July 19, 2006
ON A RECENT weekend, I visited the Showboat in Atlantic City, and, while there, lost my driver's license. After many attempts in trying to get assistance from the Showboat (I mainly received the attention of a very caring cleaning person, Maria, who refused compensation for sifting through trash bags), the result at that time did not look good. For two days, I was stressed out about the loss of this license and continually called the Showboat to inquire as to the fate of my license.
July 20, 1990
Sister Mary Scullion, whose work with the homeless is the stuff of legend, has had some success of late in getting several of the city's veteran panhandlers to come off the street and begin straightening out their lives. This work is never easy, and sometimes there are lapses. One of her clients returned to his regular spot near the Wyndham Franklin Plaza Hotel and was literally showered with money by passersby, many of whom said they'd missed him. A touching story, perhaps, but he promptly blew his $90 haul on booze and drugs.
September 22, 2015 |
Except for the clink of coins dropped into foreboding machines and the occasional good-natured joke, two men work quietly as they walk the streets of New Hope, protecting tourists from the nagging itch of parking tickets. These are the parking angels, who, with a quarter and a cheerful note saying, "New Hope Meter Angels Have Topped Off Your Expiring Meter," make the point that committing random acts of kindness can be fun. For tourists in the small Delaware River community between Philadelphia and New York, their work brings smiles, instead of the annoying realization, typically followed by profanity, that one has been ticketed.
February 15, 2007 |
She was black. I'm white. She lived in the city. I'm from the suburbs. I didn't know her, and she didn't know me. Yet when she offered to drive me back to where I had left my car, I barely hesitated. And I had my 6-year-old daughter with me. This might sound like a teaser for Cold Case Files or a spot on the nightly news, but it had a happy ending. Trust me. We had wandered many blocks from our car in search of a Korean market, and finally landed in front of a small grocery store whose produce was displayed on the sidewalk.
March 28, 1997 |
"Watch me ride my bike!" Gregory crows in delight. "I can use the brakes! Watch me!" Gregory, 9, knows a blessing when he gets one, and his face is pure joy as he rides around on his new bike. This lovable child receives therapy to deal with the neglect and abuse in his background. His big goal is to be in a family that will treat him kindly and keep him safe. "He's making incredible gains in learning what school is for, what's expected of him, and what he's capable of," his social worker says.
July 26, 2001 |
Newton H. Johnson, 76, who was lauded for his dedication and his Christian faith, whether he was digging graves, ringing the church bell, or volunteering as a firefighter, died Sunday of cancer at his Mount Holly home. A lifelong Mount Holly resident, Mr. Johnson was a grave-digger from 1963 until becoming ill two months ago. He was one of the last in the area to dig graves by hand. "He was the best - nobody else took the pride in the work that Newt did," said David Perinchief, whose father gave Mr. Johnson his first job digging graves for Perinchief Chapels in Mount Holly.
May 3, 2013
D EAR ABBY: Today I saw a former classmate I hadn't seen in 22 years. He always seemed a little slow and different from the rest of us, and he was picked on at school because of it. When I said hello to him and reminded him of my name and that we went to school together, he said, "You danced with me at the prom, and I always thought that was so nice!" I had forgotten that I had danced with him, but obviously the fact that I did meant something to him. My parents raised me to be nice to everyone, even if they weren't in my circle of friends.
September 13, 2010
ON SEPT. 7, my faith in the kindness of Philadelphians was restored! My car stalled at the bottom of a hill at Lansdowne Drive and Sweet Briar Road. There's really only a short shoulder and one lane going up to Girard Avenue. Cars are going straight, turning left, and there are only stop signs to slow down traffic. While I put my hazards on and awaited a tow truck, my sister and I counted 21 people, including a police officer, who stopped to see if we were alright, needed a jump or gave us helpful tips, like: "Put your hood up so people will know something's wrong" and "Don't sit in your car, stand on the side.
October 1, 2001
Even as U.S. Special Forces scour the countryside for Osama bin Laden, we ought to carpet-bomb Afghanistan and the Pakistani border with the essentials that Americans take for granted: food, medicine, clothing. Bomb them with packets of dried fruit and dried milk . . . Bomb them with bottles of vitamins, aspirin and children's cough syrup. . . . Throw in some color pictures of smiling Muslim boys praying in mosques in the United States. . . . And for goodness sake, include some photos of little American Muslim girls, heads covered . . . learning to read in public school classrooms.