the driver of a station wagon littered with bumper stickers, burden-light, who let you cut over so that you could make your left turn.
the old man, moving slow, who held the door open with shaky hand, humbly insisting that you enter first.
the teacher, full of Monday but still wearing smile, who was excited to see your child show up at school today.
the spouse who excused your morning crankiness, giving you a cup of coffee, of patience, instead of attitude.
where babies go, but leave signs pointing us homeward.
to breathe the breath you breathe as you read these words is a gift …
today, The Bane Bane Game plays on, and we still humbly ask that you honor Bane by playing it forward. but we also ask that you simply look around — on the path of earthly walk that you’ve been given — and pay attention to the acts of kindness already in progress.
would you work, as Sonya and Drason labor to do, to face sunshine and rain and still count it as joy?
then come back here … and fill the Comments section with tiny shafts of light, with bits of even broken glass made beautiful?
say out loud here where you have seen the spirit of
The Bane Bane Game at work in total strangers. notice those who give of themselves today, and perceive — receive — kindness as the gift that it is.