Feature Writer Ann Chiappetta – Acts of Kindness Can Actually Make You Happier

I am a believer in performing acts of kindness, because when you do something good, you feel good. Now, social psychologists are proving that the good feeling we experience has a lasting effect on our overall well-being.

According to an article posted in the January 24, 2013 edition of U.S. News and World Reports, a positive gesture can indeed promote positive emotions and improve a sense of well-being. In fact, a researcher found that just one random act of kindness per week can significantly improve how we feel.

I feel that in this day and age, with increasing amounts of stress, seeking out something that helps us feel good will become a sought after commodity. The reality is that random acts of kindness can be as simple or complex as you want to make them. It can be as easy as holding the door for someone, or making a quick friend while standing in line. All too often, people have become introverted and isolated, far less likely to simply reach out and help one another. Perhaps if they realized the good they could do for themselves as they were helping someone else, they’d be more likely to actively find opportunities for random acts of kindness. One certainly can hope.

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Source: http://health.usnews.com/health-news/news/articles/2013/01/24/acts-of-kindness-can-make-you-happier

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  1. In responce to Ann Chiappetta’s “Acts of Kindness” Sometimes the kindness almost seems to be done. When I was young and sighted I had to drive a gear truck to St. Louis and fly back to Chicago to make a show that evening. I was driving down the road just about 1/2 way to St. Louis when i saw this beautiful bright red Irish Setter puppy running along the highway. I thought that poor pup will get hit and pulled over to pick-up the pup. I just opened the passenger side while sitting behind the weel and the pup leaped into the truck and right into my lap kissing my face and obviously glad to be off the road. After dropping off the truck with all the gear, with the beautiful dog snuggled against my chestinside my jacket I got to the airport. What could I do with the pup? I couldn’t take it on the plane. Could I sneak it on the plane in my jacket? There were no body searches then. As I walked down the sidewalk outside the airport I passed an elderly gentleman. He saw the puppy and Said “My goodness, what a beautifuull puppy.” As he loveingly petted the pup’s head he said “My dog just died, I loved him so much and now he is gone.” I knew what I was sent to do. I took the puppy out of my jacket and passed him the gentleman and said “I was sent here to give this puppuy to you.” ” He is yours.” With tears in his eyes he held the puppy close to his heart and with tears rolling down his face he said “No, you aren’t really giving me this puppuy are you?” I said “Yes, he was ment for you. Iknow he will love you as much as you love him.” I then turned hearing ” Oh, thank you, thank you, thankyou.” As I got on the plane and Back to Chicago my heart was filled with the joy of giving. I will never forget this wonderful occurence and I just know I was really sent there to give that gentleman the puppy. It was ment to be.