I have been enjoying a nice Christmas break from school – influenza and 5-pound boxes of chocolates notwithstanding. (Don’t you just love it when you declare to yourself, “Let’s start the New Year’s Eat Right Policy a couple of days early, OK?” and the next thing you know, hubby comes home with grocery bags of half-price Christmas candy.)
I know. I’m a dinosaur.
The experience was more or less like any call to a cell-phone company these days. Multiple false starts, bad manners from the customer service representative AND the customer; the transferred call was dropped after I got through to the correct department. Third times a charm proved more or less correct: we got all the way to check out when he quoted the fee to upgrade the phone, which was $0.00 for the hardware, but an extra $55.00 a month for the package. For 5 years.
“Uh, I’ll get back to you,” I said. “Thanks for your time.”
Then I proceeded to write a long, detailed blog post, full of piss and vinegar and snide and snark. Part way through, my writing repulsed me. It was so unpleasant, I asked myself, does the world really need to hear another first-world bellyache about misadventures at a call center?
No, it does not.
What the world does need, though, is more kindness.
Since I’ve taken on the job of social media coordinator for FWIC, I’ve found myself face-to-face with media of a sort that I’d rather not see while I canvass the news feeds for content. Since I am not the only moderator on the social media pages, I get to see the others’ “likes”. These include causes and social justice type pages, the kind that I appreciate, but don’t follow. Because who wants to face a never-ending montage of images of abuse and mistreatment and hardship?
Let’s not forget the potential exposure to the salacious and downright horrific aspects of social media. So far, I’ve managed to fly under the radar of those who are out there to harass and threaten.
No question this is an educational experience. So far it remains tolerable, but every now and again, I need to shut down the computer and try to balance the feelings of anger, impotence, and despair. I cannot solve the worlds problems. I am no superhero. All I can do is duck my head and pray for safe passage.
Then this meme popped up in my Facebook feed. No superheroes required. The “small acts” version of good deeds is absolutely doable. Something anyone can accomplish every single day, with every single act. Besides, small acts can be classified as heroic depending on the person and the circumstance. Small acts will change history – just without the razzle dazzle.
Happy New Year, everyone.
All the best in 2015!
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