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The Kindness You Don’t Remember… But They Do

We tend to think kindness is something we’ll remember.

The big moments.The obvious ones.The times we know we showed up for someone.

Like… Oprah level kindness.

You get a car! You get a car! Everybody gets a car!

I mean, let’s be honest, it’s kind of hard to compete with Oprah.

But here’s the thing…

That’s not the kind of kindness most people carry with them.


Seven-year-old me. Even then, there was more going on than most people could see.
Seven-year-old me. Even then, there was more going on than most people could see.

Most of It Doesn’t Feel Like Much

Real kindness usually looks a lot less exciting.

It’s:

  • Letting someone stay a little longer

  • Making room when it’s inconvenient

  • Paying attention when no one else is

  • Offering something simple without thinking twice

No confetti.No audience.No giveaway moment.

And because of that, it’s easy to dismiss.

Easy to forget.


What I Remember

I think about this from my own childhood.

I had a pretty tumultuous upbringing. There was a lot of fear, a lot of instability, and it just wasn’t an easy time.

But I remember one teacher—Mrs. Wilson.

I don’t remember anything she specifically taught.

I remember how she made me feel.

Warm. Safe. Like I mattered.

Looking back, I think that may have been the only time in my childhood where I actually felt confident is when I was in her class.

And then there was Mrs. Cowan.(Name changed… because we protect privacy over here—but Mrs. Wilson? She deserves to be shouted from the rooftops.)

Very different experience.

I was probably around seven years old when I was in her class.

Even at that age, I’m sure it was obvious I had a lot going on.

And she didn’t really see me.

She made it pretty clear she didn’t like me. I still remember comments she wrote in my report card, about how I should mind my own business, stop worrying about everyone else, pay attention. I think I was just busy seeing people, ok, maybe I was a little “curious” too.   

And yes… I still have that report card.(Which probably says more about me than it does about her )

Funny how that works.

I don’t remember the lessons.But I remember exactly how both of them made me feel.

I’m 51 now…

and I still carry those memories with me.


That’s the Point

That’s the kind of thing I’m talking about.

Not big.Not flashy.

But it stays with you.


You Don’t Always Get the Full Story

Here’s the part no one talks about:

You don’t always know what your actions meant.

You don’t always hear back.You don’t always get the “thank you.”You don’t always see how things turned out.

There’s no highlight reel.

But that doesn’t mean your part didn’t matter.


What Actually Sticks

People don’t usually remember the biggest gesture.

They remember how they felt.

They remember where they felt safe.They remember who made space for them.They remember the people who showed up when things were uncertain.

Even if those moments felt like nothing to you.


Kindness Isn’t a Performance

It doesn’t have to be big.It doesn’t have to be planned.And thankfully… it doesn’t require Oprah’s budget.

Most of the time, it’s just a choice:To care.To notice.To show up.


It Might Matter More Than You Think

There are moments you’ve already forgotten…

that someone else hasn’t.

Not because they were dramatic.Not because they were impressive.

But because they came at the right time.


A Different Way to Show Up

At Empower & Shine, we believe in seeing people right where they are, without judgement. 

Not with grand gestures.Not with perfect plans.

Just with presence.

Because those are the moments people carry forward.


One Simple Thought

What’s something small you can do for someone today?

No spotlight.No credit.No “you get a car” moment.

Just something real.

Because chances are…

it won’t feel like much to you.

But it might mean everything to them.


With love,

Joelle

Empower & Shine

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