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Please Don’t Mistake My Kindness for Weakness
I am not weak for being kind — I am being human
My Mother is by far the kindest person I’ve ever known.
I now try to model myself after her ability to be loving towards every single person she meets. Her love is unwavering.
And I feel like this is a very rare quality these days.
Living in New York City, it’s very easy to not be kind. Everyone around you is constantly fending for themselves — even when it’s for something as simple as getting through the subway doors.
People have no regard for others in the city. People can easily be rude to even the elderly or disabled.
And whenever I do witness a “random act of kindness”, it’s extremely uplifting and gives me an ounce of hope that there are still genuinely good people out there.
It inspires me and reminds me of how my Mother would act in situations where people are being really terrible, yet she still shows kindness to them — This is a very difficult thing to do.
But, at the same time, kindness can often be misinterpreted and people can take advantage of that.
Growing up, there were times when people would take advantage of my Mother’s kindness because they deemed it as weakness.
