Revisiting kindness

I think that for all people growing up hearing they are kind, they aim the rest of their lives for being something else than kind. Capable, for example. Smart, or as I heard yesterday; witty. I will always prefer being witty to kind. Sometimes I think we try so hard being all those other things so we forget about how good it sometimes is with pure kindness. My husband recently said, when I commented on a dive guide's lack of structure, that at least he is kind. And as long as the diving conditions don't need a very structured guide, I agree. He was kind and I appreciated it. Or like today, when I went to the dentist. It is the same dentist as when we moved here and he seems professional and he has a lot of diplomas, however, I always have a sense that he wants to create a shiny Hollywood smile and do slightly more than necessary. And I assume that he is not following the recommendations of the Swedish Dental Association. Well, why would he? But the thing is; he is kind. And that means a lot to me.