One of my friends is going to be volunteering with The Wendt Center for Loss and Healing and she said that she was struck by the number of programs they run. For instance, they arrange for a volunteer to be at the morgue twenty-four hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year, in case anybody has to come identify a body. They don't want anyone to have to identify a loved one without there being support present. Maybe other people might not be impressed by volunteers at the morgue, but I thought that was just about the kindest thing ever.
The second thing is that I was talking with a neighbor about his teenage son, who is deaf, and he said they have found an exceptional place for his son to go to college. They have a large deaf population there, plenty of interpreters, captions, trained note-takers. It will meet his needs perfectly, and my neighbor said he was absolutely sick with happiness about it. Instead of worrying at night about what would happen to his son, he was crying with relief. Isn't that beautiful? His happiness made me happy too.
I'll end with a quote:
Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
Happiness by Pietro Zanarini