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By shopping for your everyday needs you can help address poverty and make a positive difference in this world. I was contacted by someone associated with the Good Deed Foundation who asked me if I’d include a post about what they are doing and their current initiative Clear the Shelves for a Good Deed. The current initiative is with Cabot cheese which so happens to be one of my favorite cheese brands I regularly eat (no, I am not getting paid to endorse them, nor am I getting free cheese).
In a world short on time and money, Good Deed Foundation offers people simple acts that help provide lasting solutions for women and families in poverty and climate change. Through everyday activities such as grocery shopping, recycling and going online, consumers can convert a simple act into a world of good.
Now you can make a difference simply through your next trip to the grocery store. Now through October 18, Cabot Creamery is donating 5% of sales of 8 oz. Cabot cheese bars (whether or not those packages carry the Good Deed logo) sold in NY, NJ and CT to Good Deed Foundation to help provide lasting solutions for women and families living in poverty in our local communities. You can find more information about this and other initiatives at
http://www.gooddeedfoundation.org/
It is encouraging to see a greater awareness and participation by companies that are interested in doing their part to make the world a better place for those in need. I hope this initiative will be a success and encourage many more to get involved.
October 15th, 2008
Anybody that has lost a phone knows how painful and frustrating it can be, especially when it’s your new iPhone. For days you’ve been pampering it and keeping it shiny, and then its gone! The good thing is that there are honest and kind people that will go out of their way to help you find it and who knows there might be a part deux to the story (read on).
I went to see the band New Found Glory in San Francisco on Sunday night. I was so excited, because I hadn’t seen them in quite a while. I brought with me my new iPhone 3G, because, well, it’s my means of contact with the outer world!
There were 4 bands total playing that night. I lost my iPhone during the second band, Set Your Goals. I believe I noticed during their 4th song. My iPhone, with it’s slick outer covering, is super easy to slip into and out of my pocket. Unfortunately, that was the reason I lost it. Set Your Goals were pretty intense, and people were moving around a lot, including some awesome parts to jump to. During their 4th song, my hand was forced up against my left pocket, and I felt no bump where there should be an iPhone 3G. I checked all pockets on me, and it wasn’t there.
I tried to continue enjoying the show, but horrible thoughts of what may happen to my less-than-1-week-old iPhone kept coming to me. How am I going to break it to my mom that my new iPhone is no more? I can’t contact anyone to tell them the bad news! Every time an audience member jumped up and came down, I grew sick. I stood behind the main swell of the crowd and looked on the floor when there was enough light to see. Nothing.
I decided there was only one thing to do: wait. Wait until after the band finished and look for it. But, my own looking for it wasn’t going so well. So, when Set Your Goals finished, I came up as close as I could to the front, I cupped my hands around my mouth, and yelled the following: “Excuse me! I just lost my brand new iPhone. Can anyone find it on the ground?”
Pretty much everyone right in front of me started looking down. It was less than 10 seconds before I heard someone shout, “I found it!” They held up an iPhone, passed it back, and it was given to me. I turned on the screen to see if the wallpaper was the same, and it was! Someone unknown person had just returned my iPhone to me! I kept it in my back pocket (with a button in it to block the opening) the rest of the night.
After the show, I went outside to New Found Glory’s bus so I could meet the guys. For any new fans out there, just know they’re super nice guys and always willing to sign an autograph or take a picture. About 15 other people were also waiting. I struck up a conversation with some people, and it turned out that this girl in the group (I believe her name was Angelina) was the one who had found my iPhone! I immediately gave her a hug and told her I loved her! We all waited and got to meet 4/5ths of NFG and then we departed.
I also found out she works at a venue in San Francisco called the Warfield Theatre, which is where I’m going tomorrow night to see a band called Less Than Jake. She said she would probably be working there tomorrow night, so I will hopefully see her! This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Thank you so much, Angelina! And, if I got your name wrong, I’m really sorry.
Sent in by Peter Stoia
April 1st, 2009
Every day there are so many people around the world that stop to help someone in need. That help can be a word of encouragment or something as tangible as buying groceries for the elderly. I’d like to thank this reader for sharing his story and for showing kindness through his actions.
I was working from home one week. It was a Thursday, and I had just gotten back from lunch and going up the elevator to go back to my apartment and back to work. There was an old lady already in the elevator. As I entered the elevator and pressed my floor, she asked if I lived in the condo, I answered “Yes”.
She then asked if I could go to local grocery store that I also frequent and get her an orange juice. I told her I had to go back to work and maybe I can do that later for her and told her that I’d be off by 4 PM. She said OK and told me that she’d meet me in the lobby at 4 PM.
I was done a bit early that day and so I proceeded down to the lobby and she was already there. She gave me a list of all that she wanted to get and also some money. I went to the store and bought almost all of the items that she had listed – a couple of items I couldn’t find.
I walked back toward the apartment – about 8 blocks away. She met me in the lobby again. Not sure if she’d been there all these time or she had just came back down. I offered to bring the groceries up to her place and she accepted.
After bringing the groceries to her apartment and putting it on the counter, I excused myself so I can go back. She offered to give me some money. I told her if I accepted, she could’ve just hired someone to buy her groceries or even get it delivered. I just told her that I did it because I had spare time to help her.
She smiled and I left. This was just last week, and I haven’t seen her again since. It is a big apartment complex.
Sent in by Louis
September 7th, 2009
It is always interesting when we think back to strange encounters like these and then we try to figure out why they happened. The one thing that is certain is that despite the awkward circumstances, Gisele reacted in kindness and compassion.
In the middle of the street were an old man, still, while cars passed in both directions. I told him to cross with me. He grabbed my arm and kept still, though his feet moved. In english, (in Venezuela we speak spanish) he asked me to get him to the church. Three blocks from there it took us half an hour. I could watch details of this very ancient body. I wondered if he had skin cancer, for the pink spots he had everywhere. He had a white cream if one of his big ears, so I stopped watching.
And finally we arrive to church. ‘It’s closed! -said the man trembling voice- Well, you just have to take me back’… Don’t remember what my plans were, but they existed no longer. In the middle of the travel back to the mans building, I stopped a taxi and asked him, please, take us two blocks form there. The price was 6.000 bolivares. I searched my pocket. But the old man asked how much and searched his pocket. I told him 3.000 so I payed the other half. And the old man handed me 3.000 bolivares out of a bulk of 20.000 bills.
Sent in by Gisele Diaz
September 25th, 2009
This is a very encouraging story sent in by one of our readers that illustrates what a profound impact a stranger had in his life as he reached out to help him during a very pressing situation he found himself at the time.
I was recently released from prison and state law requires me to register as an offender. Registration requires an ID at a cost of almost $70.00. I did not have the money to get an ID, couldn’t register, and had an appointment with my parole officer in two hours. I was expected to have proof of registration and a $30.00 parole supervision fee with me at the time of reporting.
As you might imagine, the situation made me anxious. If I failed to register or failed to report to my P.O., I could be sent back to prison for six months. I called several churches to ask for help only to hear the unanswered phone ringing on the other end. I called one last number of what I thought was a church. The voice on the other end of the line explained to me who he was and rather than hanging up, asked me about my situation.
After telling my story, the man asked me where I was calling from, and then did something I never expected – he left work, picked me up, paid for my ID and parole supervision fees, and disappeared before I had a chance to thank him.
I don’t know anything about this man except his name is Roy and he works at Faith Based Solutions in Reno NV. And I know his kindness had an impact that will change me forever.
Sent in by M. Williams
June 8th, 2010
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