Now that the big holiday is over, this kindness series wouldn’t be complete without a little griping on my part. You know me.
Kindness, without the actual feeling to back it up, is an empty bromide. (I like the brainiac word. A vacuous platitude. Like a sedative.) It’s “kind-ishness.” Just going through the motions. Billy Crystal would probably say it’s better to look kind than to be kind.
I prefer Stephen Colbert: This is “kind-i-ness.”
Those “kind-i-ness” folks are probably doing the best they can. But get me around someone I suspect isn’t coming through with the real feeling in there to back it up, and I get hives.
I insist, then, it’s unwise as a general rule to rely on others to come through with kindness of the real-deal, accept-no-substitutes, sine-qua-non kind.
And being true to others. Being true, period. Take a look at this pic, which I got forwarded through e-mail the other day:
This is Lily and Maddison. As the BBC reported, Lily suffered an awful condition requiring extraction of her eyes. So, for five years now, Maddison has been her seeing-eye-dog. They are inseparable.
photo by The Sun
I make no comment on the (un)kindness of our species’ (un)willingness to adopt both (big, admittedly) dogs together. Specimens of our species are apparently shocked at the idea of a dog with no eyes. Let’s hear it, then, for the hundreds of others of our kind with their hearts more in the right place.
Bugs has strong reservations about us opening our space to – dogs.
He’ll make an exception. Just this once.