Is This Progress?

“It’s a funny thing that medicine and science and technology have come so far, but people haven’t progressed.”

We like to think that as a species humans are forever moving forward onto bigger and better and faster and smarter things. We stand on the shoulders of giants and create iphones and clone animals and invent cars that park themselves. We are forever acquiring new information, ideas and solutions to problems we didn’t even know we had. We are progressing. Of course we are. Right?

Well, if you ask Faye, someone well into her nineties who has lived through some of the toughest times in human history, it all depends on your definition of progress. I first met Faye about a month ago for my 100th Kindness mission to visit someone in hospital who doesn’t get many visitors. It was an incredibly moving experience meeting her and hearing her stories. She was overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of someone taking the time to visit her and bring her flowers. And over the weekend I was able to track her down again after much confusion, calling around and getting lost (the hospital told me she was at the retirement home who told me she was at the hospital …) It was wonderful to see her again, to share a cup of tea and her
favourite pecan pie and talk about everything and anything. She was so grateful that I had come to visit again and I said I would love to visit her regularly if she would like me to. Faye said that since she had never had a granddaughter and I was missing my grandmother, it surely wasn’t a coincidence that we had met each other.

She is a beautiful, warm, positive person, endlessly upbeat and uncomplaining despite the many hardships she has faced and many ailments that make life difficult. And yet, on the topic of the world today (and tomorrow) she could find little to be hopeful about. She shook her head as she talked about the madness she saw on the evening news. She couldn’t help but think that humanity itself was going backwards at a rapid rate, because in general people don’t look after one another anymore and everybody seems so angry and so violent. She pointed out the irony that “medicine and science and technology have come so far, but people haven’t progressed.”

I wanted to dispute her, of course. I wanted to tell her that it’s not just the minority that are progressing, thatmost people are becoming better and more enlightened and more compassionate. But as I was trying to pull together some kind of argument for this it struck me like an avalanche: I don’t have one. What words could possibly lessen the evils of riots and dictatorships and war that are going on right now? There is nothing anyone can say or do to take away the horror and inhumanity of what goes on in our world every single minute of every single day.

I could not give her any real evidence of the goodness in the world, all I could tell her was what I believe. I believe there is just as much good in the world as bad, we just don’t hear about it because it is not
considered newsworthy. I believe that in the same heartbeat as all the death and destruction and fear and hatred there is also equal amounts of selflessness and compassion and kindness and love. But I don’t know this, I have no real evidence that is true; I only hope with my whole heart that it is. But as much as my heart had been lifted by seeing her, as I left Faye shuffling slowly back to her hospital bed to eat her tasteless hospital dinner with scenes of chaos on the muted television that could have been any number of countries I felt my heart sink. There was the avalanche of heavy realisation again – what possible goodness could even come close to counter balancing all the bad in the world?

And then there was this: today as I pulled my car into the driveway at work, a man walking by stopped and moved the garbage bins out of my way, giving a nod and a wave before continuing down the street. Later, it began to rain as I walked to the shops and I saw a lady stranded without an umbrella. I offered to share mine, to which she gratefully accepted and said she had done the same thing for someone else the day before. Then while I walked her home another man ran past us at top speed – I assumed he was running for the bus which was just about to pull away – only to race over to help a mother who was struggling to lift a pram up some stairs. He then walked over to the bus stop and stood to wait for the next one with a small smile on his face. These moments were not anywhere near as big as the catastrophes that were occuring at the exact same time in some other parts of the world. Yet they contained tiny little seeds of hope that restore some balance between those heartbreaking news stories and the innate goodness of people. I will certainly be sharing these small kindnesses with Faye next time I see her.

Aussies Value Kindness Over Attractiveness

If you have turned on the television in Australia recently, besides being bombarded with second-by-second accounts of royal wedding preparations you may have come across another feel-good story. Channel 10’s 7pm Project have teamed up with Reader’s Digest Australia (RDA) to share stories of kindness from around the nation in a project called The Power of Good. According to a recent survey from the magazine, Australian’s value “how a person treats others” (98%) far more than their outlook on life (89%), intelligence (59%) and appearance (28%). Who knew? Personally, I hope it isn’t always an either/or kind of situation …

Sue Carney, the Editor in Chief of the magazine, had this to say: “I love the whole concept of ‘the power of good’  … Often ‘niceness’ is dismissed as untrendy or unexciting, but I really hope The Power of Good shows that’s simply not true – kindness is powerful and it’s inspiring. And in these times of bad world news and disasters, it’s a strong theme that reflects what Australians truly value.”

To read more warm-and-fuzzy stories of Aussies helping Aussies, just click on the image above.

The International Currency of Kindness

Day 7: Sometimes – like when I’m watching the nightly news – it seems as if the world couldn’t be any more disjointed. We often make fun of the “feel good puppies-and-kittens” stories at the end of the news which aren’t really newsworthy at all, but secretly its a welcome relief after the overwhelming negativity that came before. And yet despite what the mainstream news often tells us, chaos and violence are not the only commonalities of the world. There are positive stories everywhere, and there are people that feel they are equally newsworthy, with sites such as and becoming increasingly popular.

Today my kind task was to pick up rubbish wherever I went. Walking along a road I frequent several times a week, I was surprised I hadn’t noticed just how much rubbish was lurking in bushes, in the gutter, on the path. I was again reminded that you really don’t notice things – whether good or bad – until you start looking for them. We can’t ignore the bad in the world, but it’s important to keep our eyes open to the good.

Day 8: According to the World Health Organisation, only one in 30 eligible Australians currently donate blood ( It’s one of those things that we all know we should do and yet somehow never quite get around to. Perhaps because there isn’t much motivation if we haven’t experienced a loved one needing blood, or needing it ourselves. I knew that many people needed blood donations for various different reasons, but I was amazed to learn today that my single blood donation could save three lives. It left me very weak and woozy for the rest of the day, but on the grand scale of things that is a fairly small price to pay. And who knew you got a free muffin and milkshake, as well as bonus kindness points? Priceless.