What’s the kindest thing someone has done for you?

What’s the kindest thing someone has done for you? This is a writing prompt for June 7 2026, from Justrojie. She runs writing prompts in her blog at https://justrojie.com/promptsforjune2026/

I can’t remember which was the kindest thing I received. Instead of writing on the kindest act, I’m writing on all the major kind acts I was blessed with.

Some people tried to help me with kindness, by intervening, but it almost always does not work out right. I received so many acts of kindness that I can’t decide which was the kindest act.

Here’s the list of kind acts other people have done for me; arranged in chronological order

(1) I should not have changed my middle school. The students could not accept a newcomer who seemed to upset their static equilibrium, like a threat. My new school principal thought it was normal for students to transfer in, when their family shifted house. That was a misconception. I was bullied. The principal was kind to accommodate me but the community and society in the school had their own internal culture. Outsiders are viewed with suspicion. In the entire two years I was enrolled in that school, no other newcomers transferred in.

(2) This happened again in senior high. I was chasing a dream to get into university, by studying in a top school. I applied to transfer out, within the grace period of my first three months in that school. The alternative institution that I applied to, thought they were being kind by taking me in. Turned out, it wasn’t the school that made the top grades; it was the student’s personal hard work, and academic understanding of her subjects.

(3) I took a certificate in basic computer studies and met a kind classmate. She had enrolled in a university and asked me if I could follow her there. It was one of the kinder offers I heard. None of my school friends offered to “take me in” or share a university with me. I didn’t have money and neither would my parents help me. My former classmate and I were separated by distance after she moved to her university and we drifted apart.

(4) I tried short adult education classes. I wasn’t suitable to force myself into any mode I wanted because I lacked the qualities. I thought I could be flexible to fit in since I didn’t have anything better. I didn’t know I needed time to learn a proper discipline that suited my character and personality traits, to prepare to enter the work force. The people who accepted me into the computer course and teaching course were kind to give me the chances. I just couldn’t fit.

(5) I even tried to develop skills in a good sport. I was slow but the coach tolerated me for the money. I managed to grasp basic skills to play a racket game at a social level, but I had to move house and it became inconvenient to travel to the courts to practice and play.

(6) My best work place was a private education institution. The boss and colleagues were great and kindly. One colleague tried to fix a blind date for me, with his acquaintance who had a steady job. He never showed up at the social event. It was meant to be. I had to leave that company when my family and I moved away.

(7) I attended a few Catholic churches, as I moved around to fit Mass into my lunch or work schedules. I met some kind parishioners who became friends. They shared their warmth and carried me through my downs.

(8) At my second entry into an art exhibition, the organizer rejected me for some reasons. It was a public showdown at the event hall. His wife, the co-organizer, was kind to console me. She said she supported the idea of promoting my works.

(9) I received two major job recommendations from two kind people. The one I liked was a short term contract for a staff on maternity leave. It ended when she returned to resume her role. I wasn’t suitable for the other job.

(10) When I entered the phase of being a freelance worker, I met kind people online. They were mostly bloggers who provide prompts to encourage other bloggers to participate. Of course, by this statement, I’m thanking Justrojie, as I’m using her prompt.

This ends my personal essay using the prompt.

This is my phase now. I’m not a fiction writer. I’m still practicing writing with essays. I draw and paint. Curious readers can use the search box and type in “art”, “doodles”, “paint” to see my posts.

I’m searching for drawing/ doodle/art/ watercolor/ painting prompts to participate in. Here is one I did recently https://artmater.com/heres-my-morning-routine-whats-yours-before-after-painting-doodles/

The doodle prompt writer in the above post has stopped providing new prompts because of stress.

I have another post with more photos of my older art at https://artmater.com/summary-of-cats-in-mixed-media-artworks/

I’ll be using prompts in any random order, as I am sparked by ideas, memories and inspiration.

Thanks for reading.