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Thank you so much for all your kind comments on my Royally Kind post.

Incidentally, I was visiting my mom when it all happened. And ever since finding out my late friend's connection to the place - that he had lived, loved, lost and died there - I always get extremely emotional whenever I'm around those parts and he's constantly on my mind while I'm there. How strange that the whole Facebook thing with his friend/colleague coincided with my visit to the area...

On a lighter note: As you know, the Royally Kind event was a collective effort of global proportions, masterminded by the Queen (well, Duchess, but for the sake of alliteration, I'm promoting her to Queen) of Kindness herself.

A few days after some of the other girls and I had posted our acts of kindness, the other group posted theirs. I was supposed to link to it on the day, and I'm so sorry that I didn't get to it on time (so typical of me!). Anyway, in a lame attempt to make up for my tardiness, I have waded through their archives (lovely blogs, all of them, so it was such a treat) in an attempt to track down the relevant posts and link directly to it.

Follow this link and join the lovely, jet-setting Res (who has just finished writing the second - and hopefully final - draft of her novel!!!!!! WOW!) as she wittily recounts how she kindly came to the rescue of a hopelessly lost tourist while on her way to Brussels. Go on!

The other Royally Kind post I managed to track down was Bianca's, involving her nice RAK (Royal Act of Kindness, ye dirty minded beasts!) and a visually impaired gentleman. Check it out here.

Other ladies in group two were Caroline, Sharalee, Linda, Sasha, and Jennifer.

Thanks again, Jill, for including me in the event.
D_Button_RK.jpgI've survived the dentist! I'm shlurring like a drunk when I speak, because my tongue and lips are still pretty much numb, but I'm alive!

Alive to tell the tale of what I ended up doing for the gorgeous Duchess Jill's Royally Kind blogging event (or operation 'stranger danger', as I've affectionately nicknamed it) which kicks off today.

Ever since pledging my participation months ago, I have been wondering what act of kindness I could possibly commit that would fit the bill. As I've mentioned in my original post, since I work from home, I don't get out all that much. In fact, I can easily go a week or two without seeing a solitary soul, so my first order of business had to be finding an actual stranger to be kind to.

My reclusive existence of the past decade has also made me a bit shy, so although I had fantasies in which I envisioned performing dramatic acts of astonishing kindness that would make Oprah's massive car giveaways pale in comparison, I knew that the reality would probably be far more mundane.

So for the past few weeks, whenever I ventured out to go grocery shopping or run errands, I have been wracking my brain for The Perfect Act of Kindness. Terrified that I wouldn't be able to come up with something great and worthwhile and thus have nothing to blog about, I started doing small... no minuscule, really... things to build up a sort of reserve of kindnesses: I smiled at people more. (Which, actually, may have made me look slightly insane, so people didn't take as warmly to that as I may have hoped, and instead took a few terrified steps back whenever I grinned in their direction.) I told the ladies working at the check-out counter that they looked beautiful. I put money in someone's parking meter... only for them to drive off shortly after! At least that made me laugh out loud.

In the end, my act of kindness was something totally unexpected. Something I did without any premeditation but out of spontaneous reflex. It happened a couple of weeks ago and I'm not even sure that I can really count it as a Royally Kind act, so I'll just tell you the story and let you be the judge.

Before I can relate the act, I have to tell you another story. (It's relevant to the kindness, honestly.)

About three and a half years ago, I reconnected with an old college friend on Facebook. After writing on each others' walls for a bit, we decided to catch up via e-mail. At first he wasn't extremely forthcoming about his life; only telling me that he was married to the love of his life and that he had left journalism and was now a firefighter/paramedic in the very same town where I used to live with my mom after returning from the States.

Then, in another e-mail, he poured his heart out. Told me that his wife had died in a car crash before they had even been married a year. It had happened just the year before, so he was still extremely raw. He was always an intense guy... incredibly creative and a brilliant photographer and prone to long depressions back when we were in journalism school.. and I could tell that he was drowning in his grief. It was especially difficult because his second chosen profession was to rescue and save people, and yet he couldn't save the person he had loved the most. 

I tried reaching out as best as I could on the web, but I wasn't effective. I did not want to pretend that I knew what he was going through. So I handled it clumsily. I should have done more. Tried harder.

But I didn't.

He disappeared from Facebook and e-mail for a few months. I sent e-mails. Wrote on his wall a few times. But then, when I didn't get any responses, I just stopped.

In early June 2008, he wrote on my wall again. I was ecstatic. He said that he was back and would be around more. I responded immediately, saying how great it was to hear from him again and I remarked on the new profile picture he had put up of himself to replace the cartoon of a firefighter.

Another quick aside (but still relevant, promise):  I had once written something on his wall (a teasing comment) and another Facebook friend of his had replied to me, getting in on the joke.

Two days after receiving that "I'm back" message from him, I received a private message on Facebook from that girl who had replied to me on his wall all those months before. The subject simply said his name, and I knew... I was sobbing so hard by the time I had opened the message, I could barely read the dreaded words. She told me that she was contacting me to let me know that he had died the morning before. She had the kindness not to tell me that it was suicide, but again, I just knew. She eventually confirmed, when I asked.

In the digital age, grieving means paying tribute on Facebook. I had no other outlet, so a day later, I left a comment on his picture.

And forgot about it, until... Those of you who are also on Facebook would know that, when you leave a comment on someone's picture or status update, you get an e-mail whenever someone else leaves a comment. Well, about two weeks ago I got an e-mail alerting me that someone else had also left a comment on my late friend's picture. (Because yes, after all this time, his Facebook account has never been shut down by anyone, so it is still there, and I don't have the heart to delete him from my friend's list.)

I was curious - it was nowhere near the anniversary of his death or his birthday, which is the only time people usually bother to write anything on his wall or his albums - so I read the comment posted by the other person.

It was left by another firefighter/paramedic, and the guy said that he loved him and missed him and that the job was still heartbreaking and tough, but - and this is the part that chilled me - that he had every intention to 'join him very soon, much sooner than you think'.

I immediately sent this guy a private message on Facebook. I told him that he would probably think that I'm crazy for writing to him, and that I'm sorry if I misunderstood his comment, but if he was planning to follow in our friend's footsteps, that he should please not do it. I begged him to reconsider. It was a long, rambling message and, in retrospect, it was embarrassingly intimate. I told him about my own battles, and about my college friendship with our friend and how much his death has affected me.

I didn't receive a reply from this person, but a little while later, he sent me a friend request. There was no personal message attached. Just the request, which I of course accepted.

I still don't know if I had completely misread his message or not - maybe I had and he was just too gracious to tell me - but I don't actually regret reaching out.

A few days ago, while trying to figure out what on earth I was going to blog about for the Royally Kind project, I remembered this. As I've said, I don't know if it even really counts, since it happened online and via writing and not in the 'real world'. (But hey, considering that this is where I spend most of my time...) Also, I have to admit that this project was definitely not on my mind when I wrote him that message.

You be the judge. In the mean time, meet the rest of the participants in my group and read what lovely kindnesses they've extended: Paige, Vanessa, Elizabeth, Andrée, and Crystal.

I'm a terrible blogger (no news there) and an even worse friend.

The impossibly gorgeous Duchess Jill, who is the brains AND beauty ('tis so unfair to be so fair AND to possess cleverness!) behind the Royally Kind Blogging Event - wherein participants have to be kind towards strangers and then blog about it -  has asked those of us who are participating to post a reminder about the project in order to promote it and perhaps get some last minute bloggers on board.

Typically, I'm way too late in posting (sorry, darling!), but perhaps she will still accept a few late entrants? Or perhaps enter some names for next time? Luckily she didn't mistake my silence for withdrawal from the event, so I'm still included! And I'll be blogging about how I've accosted... I mean... been strange towards... I mean... been kind towards a stranger this Thursday, 5 August. I'm also going to the dentist that afternoon (which is a scientifically proven, major accomplishment for a redhead, since we're such a fragile lot), so I might also be dead by then, in which case my posting will occur posthum(our)ously.

But, on the upside, while I wait for my Novocaine to wear off (or the formaldehyde to kick in), you'll also be able to read a few acts of kindness posts from these other lovelies on the 5th:

Can't wait to see what all of them will get up to! I sincerely hope I get to live to find out!
























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