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#1000Speak for Compassion and Helping is Helping

Rushed, always rushed, I stood in the checkout line. Shifting from foot to foot, glancing at the clock while precious seconds slipped away, I was annoyed that I once again chose the slow line. The woman in front of me had given the cashier the wrong brand of formula or something. An employee delivered the right one, but this time it was the wrong size. “Damnit!” I thought, “I’m going to be late!” I looked at the lines next to me and decided that by the time I moved my items that I’d be better off staying where I was.

Finally the right formula. And then it was time for the cashier to figure out how to process this woman’s many coupons.

“I should have moved to the other line,” I thought as I watched a man claim the spot I’d have gotten had I moved when I first thought of it. My cashier then had to call the store manager to help her process the coupons which, it turned out, needed to be handled as checks rather than scanned the way other coupons were.

I wish I could tell you that I had some sort of epiphany that day in line. That I thought about how young the woman buying the formula was, how young the cashier was, and that the coupons were likely WIC checks. But I didn’t. I was late. Annoyed.

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I don’t know that young woman’s story, or whether it’s as interesting as the one I’ve since formed in my head. I don’t know the cashier’s story, either, and whether that was her first day working there, her last day, or somewhere in between.

Each day, we choose. In our offices and in checkout lines, we choose whether to really see those around us. We make a choice on whether to stare at our phones or say hello to the men and women holding cardboard signs while our cars idle at red lights. Rushed, always rushed, we shift impatiently while a cashier fumbles with the too-many coupons that need to be processed as checks. We walk by homeless people; avoid their eyes.

We also reach out. We buy extra breakfast sandwiches to share with those sitting against buildings on our way back to a hotel one morning. We donate coats and blankets and car seats. We donate our time. And it feels good when we Do Real Things to help. It also can feel that it’s not enough. That the world is broken and that the meal we buy somebody who has nowhere to sleep on that freezing cold night isn’t enough.

But it’s a start.

Today, in honor of United Nations World Day of Social Justice (February 20), more than 1,000 writers and bloggers are each writing about compassion. That’s a start as well. Because if 1,000 people read each of the 1,000 stories about compassion and empathy, well, that’s an even bigger start.

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Today, on my way to work, I will remember that all of us are more alike than different. I’ll say a prayer for the woman who suffers from depression, alone in her gorgeous mansion, and I’ll say one for the woman who suffers from the same, hoping for a spot in a homeless shelter tonight. I’ll take the time to smile at a tired mother in a checkout line somewhere, and remember that each of us chooses the wrong brand, forgets our coupons completely, and has a story.

That all of our stories matter. The ones we tell and the ones we keep to ourselves.

I’ll treat myself the way that I’d like for people to treat my son. With patience and with self compassion.

I’ll remember that it only takes a few minutes to turn my little boy’s afternoon from regular to awesome with some extra attention, away from my emails and beeping alerts on Facebook.

I’ll focus on humanity and its beauty rather than on the terrifying news streaming on Twitter.

I’ll know that even when it feels like I’m failing at doing it all that mostly, I’m doing exactly enough.

I’ll think about what matters. The light and the laughter. The tears and the setbacks. This beautiful, confusing, crushing and uplifting life.

I’ll think about compassion and the fact that 1,000 writers are typing and reading and thinking about it as well.

Today, I’ll know that helping is helping, even when it feels like a drop in an ocean. Today is #1000Speak. Today is about compassion.

Join us?

Helping is Helping, Even When It Feels Like A Drop In The Ocean. Finding Ninee

The Finish the Sentence Friday group is using this incredible movement for our sentence this week. Visit the 1000 Voices Speak for Compassion Facebook page. Sign up to add your blog post to the effort. Ask to join the Facebook group. Use the hashtag #1000Speak.

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by Kristi Campbell

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  • Kerri - Oh I love this, I love how you took that moment and made it more, more than it could have been. But not less than it should be. We all get frustrated, run late, get freaking pissed but if we try to balance those moments with understanding in compassion we will change the world. I JUST KNOW IT

    PS–my post is done and I will link up later tonight after I get that precious time with the girls 🙂February 19, 2015 – 12:51 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Kerri. I of course had a totally different post planned (and in my mind, it was awesome) but well, tired and sick and I’m so glad you liked it and are doing #1000Speak! We will change the world. We will indeed.February 19, 2015 – 8:20 pmReplyCancel

  • Roshni - I definitely want to work more on my patience and understanding! Thank you for the reminder, Kristi!February 19, 2015 – 1:03 pmReplyCancel

  • Kelly L McKenzie - I know. All it takes it just to place yourself in another person’s shoes. Sometimes it’s easier than other times. I found myself shouting at this poor confused woman crossing the street the other day. She was tottering through the crosswalk and I was running late and trying to turn left. Thank you for the reminder to wait, to be patient, to understand that she could be confused as to her direction, she might be short of breath or she…?February 19, 2015 – 2:42 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - So right Kelly – although also so so hard. I think we get caught up in the day to day and forget that others are caught up in theirs. I hope to be better about this.February 19, 2015 – 8:41 pmReplyCancel

  • Mike - Terrific post as always, Kristi! I would have to say in the past many years there has only been one circumstance where I felt frantically rushed. That was when I was given 45 minutes to leave work (on my overtime days) to go pick up Phoenix from daycare and take him home on each of those days. This required driving to one opposite end of town to get him, to another opposite end to our house to drop him off and then back another opposite way to return to work. I had it down to a science time- wise but if there were a lot of “kids” being picked up it became a really close call. We can get written up if going over our breaktime on a habitual basis. I never did. So, over those 11 years I learned in all other circumstances to plan ahead time-wise so that I’m never in a hurry. I HATE feeling rushed and/or stressed about feeling rushed. Just this morning I was in the check out line at the grocery store and a very similar thing happened to me as you mentioned above. It was a great opportunity to people watch (I mean duh…all the hot moms shopping at that time..LOL) and talk up people in line about anything. I love your compassion, warmth, caring, sharing and insight always as all of us take something positive away from your posts each time. Love ya, Mike 🙂February 19, 2015 – 3:28 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks Mike. Love back at you. I can imagine the stress in trying to get Phoenix home each day and getting back to work… so much of my own stress and lateness is due to my own “I can fit one more thing in” attitude (including 5 more minutes of sleep too often). You’re amazing. Tell me that you’re writing a #1000Speak post too?February 19, 2015 – 8:46 pmReplyCancel

      • Mike - Actually, I’m not but I’m thrilled to see the huge outpouring of linkups you have to this post my dear! Great job! 🙂February 20, 2015 – 2:53 amReplyCancel

        • Kristi Campbell - You still have time if you change your mind!! There are some pretty amazing posts going around with this one…February 20, 2015 – 6:55 pmReplyCancel

  • My Inner Chick - **I will remember that all of us are more alike than different**

    YES!

    Somebody asked me about what I’ve learned or experienced the most from knowing my African Pen-Pal and that is exactly what I said…

    “We are more alike than different, even from 10,000 miles away. We want the same things. We want & crave creativity. We want to be valued, respected, needed. But most of all, we want LOVE.”

    kisses and lots & lots of love from MN. xxFebruary 19, 2015 – 4:30 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - We so are more alike than different!!! Love that you have a pen-pal too – I used to have one years ago. Maybe I need to revisit that! xxoo and love and kisses right back at you from DC Kim.February 19, 2015 – 8:58 pmReplyCancel

  • Dana - You and I had similar approaches to this, Kristi. Compassion happens at the individual level, and we need to remember that we each make a difference. I’ll be linking up later tonight, but I couldn’t wait to start reading.February 19, 2015 – 5:00 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Great minds then Dana! I can’t wait to read your post. Just checked and doesn’t look like it’s up yet but I’m psyched to read it!February 19, 2015 – 9:00 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Somewhere along the line I completely missed that Feb 20th was United Nations World Day of Social Justice. I was wondering why that day was chosen. Duh me.

    Ever since this time last year where a too long visit in Walmart tested my patience, while I missed being a part of or witnessing a horrific accident I have slowed down on my attitude.

    It’s interesting how that accident changed me because I thought all the lives that were affected my someone speeding.

    I know that’s not what we are talking about here but your post triggered that thought.

    But yes ultimately I treat people the way I would want them to treat my son. I know someone who is goes out to eat a lot with the family. That person usually reports on Facebook some kind of dissatifaction with the service and “going off” on the wait staff. First of all I just wouldn’t ever do that, but secondly I wouldn’t do that in front of my children. You can’t teach compassion if you don’t have any. I hate to see children being a witness to that kind of behavior.February 19, 2015 – 5:22 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Wow to the accident last year and it affecting you so much. I can see how that would happen though -it’s like missing the flight that crashes or something. I think about that stuff way too much I guess but hadn’t in a while until I read your comment. It’s that stuff that changes how we are and how we think. Wow.
      Here’s to treating people the way we want them to treat our sons. I think about that a lot too – and the person who goes off on the wait staff? I don’t think I’ve ever done that. I hope I never will. xoxo friend.February 19, 2015 – 10:23 pmReplyCancel

  • Sarah - Brian was homeless for a brief period during his “troubled youth” as I like to call it. What he learned from it was to always say ‘Hi’ to homeless people holding signs. One of the strongest memories of that time was how demeaning it was to be completely ignored. Make eye contact, say hi. A tiny, tiny action, but a compassionate, important one.February 19, 2015 – 8:11 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Brian was homeless for a while? Wow. That’s pretty intense although I know as I type those words that each of us live lives more intense than people would realize and that for us, they’re just the way things were. Still. Wow. I’m glad you told me and I’m glad that you said that making eye contact is important. xoxoFebruary 19, 2015 – 10:39 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - My lack of blogging these days (and the fact that my kids are all on school break this week) has prevented me from producing any sort of post for this…I am going to tweet and share though and I hope you all know that I am 100% behind ALL of these compassionate voices!February 19, 2015 – 9:04 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You’re on school break this week?? I feel that!! We’ve had ONE DAY of school this week – the rest, including tomorrow – cancelled and UGH!!! I know you’re in 100% and if you decide that you do want to participate, the linkie is open until like 7am on Saturday. No pressure or anything though 😉February 19, 2015 – 10:41 pmReplyCancel

  • Rudey - Each day we choose – awesome line! And, I particularly loved this: ” I’ll take the time to smile at a tired mother in a checkout line somewhere, and remember that each of us chooses the wrong brand, forgets our coupons completely, and has a story.” We all have our story and we are all so interconnected. Thank you for starting this wonderful project. I’m excited to be a part of it.

    #1000voices.February 19, 2015 – 9:11 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’m so so glad that you participated Rudey and loved your post. You’re right – we all have a story. We all are more interconnected than we often realize. xxoo and thank you.February 19, 2015 – 10:59 pmReplyCancel

  • Echo - I love this, Kristi! Even the most compassionate person has those moments. Moments like the one in the checkout line, I know I have. We just need to try to have more of our compassionate moments as well!February 19, 2015 – 9:14 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - We so do Echo!! We so so do. Those moments at checkout – they’re easy. Being compassionate? Less so but well yeah, the mattering.February 19, 2015 – 11:00 pmReplyCancel

  • Vidya Sury - Seeing through the eyes of compassion takes a LOT of practice, as I’ve learned the hard way, Kristi. Sometimes, in our own emergencies, everything else around us becomes hazy. One of the phrases my Mom was fond of repeating was “try walking in their shoes” and what hurt sometimes, was the fact that some people had no shoes. Deeply humbling.

    Hugs! Your “pledge” moved me to tears. Yes, I brought enough tissues along. Thank you. So thrilled today is also FTSF.February 20, 2015 – 3:43 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You’re so right that during our own emergencies that other things become hazy. So right. But yes walking (or imagining) in other’s shoes is so important and yes humbling. Very. I’m so happy that this worked with FTSF as well my friend and that so many people are participating!! THank you!February 20, 2015 – 6:57 pmReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - Great post! Shared.February 20, 2015 – 6:43 amReplyCancel

  • Allie - Oh Kristi, I have been in the same line at the grocery store!!!!! And unfortunately, had the same reaction:(. I like myself better when I have compassion.February 20, 2015 – 8:59 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I like myself better when I have compassion too Allie! I hope you are all feeling better!!February 20, 2015 – 7:45 pmReplyCancel

  • Ana Lynn - Beautiful post Kristi, that touches on so many things that deserve more attention in today’s world. And we all have moments where compassion escapes us, but I do believe if more of us makes an honest effort to remember to be compassionate, we can slowly start to make a difference!February 20, 2015 – 9:12 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I think you’re right, Ana and love that you (and I and um 1000+) believe we can make a difference! We can! We are!!February 20, 2015 – 9:12 pmReplyCancel

  • Sandy Ramsey - Wow Kristi! This one really hits in the heart. I literally have chills right now after reading these words and I think so many people will feel the same way. You nailed it…all the things we think and feel in the rush of our busy days and busy lives. I am guilty of these things. This post makes me want to take a moment and remember that everyone has a story. Thank you so, so much for this. This is going down as one of my favorite posts of all time.February 20, 2015 – 10:04 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It makes me want to remember that everybody has a story too, Sandy… and that too often, like when in a line at checkout, that I forget that… xoxo huge love to you.February 20, 2015 – 11:14 pmReplyCancel

  • Joy Christi - I’m there. I’m with you and crying through the posts, and struggling to remind myself that even though I cannot string words together in the beautiful manner that you do, my words are enough. My efforts are a start.
    Beautiful!February 20, 2015 – 10:33 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You strung the words together Joy. I read them and they were strung and beautiful and so so important. A start x 1000.February 20, 2015 – 11:16 pmReplyCancel

  • christine - Seeing that I have 6 bottomless pits in my house, and I usually have the grocery shopping timed just right to get done and to pick up in time, I have been in that checkout line so, so, so many times. I used to get ridiculously frustrated. Now, I just don’t. I’ve learned that the speed of the line will not change because of my irritation. I’ve learned to stop and genuinely smile when the slow person gives me an apologetic look.Or chat with the teller who just likes to talk with her customers, even if it means a dip in her productivity.

    We absolutely choose. Every day, many times a day. I couldn’t agree with you more.February 20, 2015 – 11:22 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw Christine!!! We so do choose and had to chuckle at your six bottomless pits because yeah, my ONE means that my timing at the grocery store is often off. Here’s to realizing that the speed of the checkout line or the speed of life changes based on our lateness or our compassion, and to the giving of compassion.February 20, 2015 – 11:18 pmReplyCancel

  • Dani Heart - Wow… I never thought it would be this big. So exciting. I can’t wait to read all the stories. I love it!February 20, 2015 – 12:53 pmReplyCancel

  • bostoncandylady - Thank you so much for letting us post links to our blogs here – I’ve really been enjoying going through some of these entries. And you inspired me to find some of the posts that didn’t have comments and add my own to them.

    May all beings be well, may all beings know peace.February 20, 2015 – 2:57 pmReplyCancel

  • Marcia @ Blogitudes - Your “drop in the bucket” so matters here today, Kristi! Thank you for co-hosting the link-up. 🙂 Thank you for your excellent post. Everything we do matters in one way or another. Your post is a great inspiration to really look around at those we see each day and really see them – to be more understanding of what they might be going through … and then to make a choice to do good and treat them with compassion (as you said). Excellent post … and thank you again for providing this link-up!February 20, 2015 – 4:06 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thank YOU for your most excellent post and for participating and for believing that everything we do matters and for all of it.February 21, 2015 – 9:55 pmReplyCancel

  • Elizabeth - Lovely post as always, Kristi! Thank you for co-hosting this amazing event!February 20, 2015 – 5:59 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thank you Elizabeth for participating. For believing. For YOU. Your voice.February 21, 2015 – 9:56 pmReplyCancel

  • Louise - Ah! Waiting in line at the checkout. The frustration of waiting in line at the checkout.

    And the need for perspective at times while doing so – very true.

    I love how you wrote this. And I love all the drops in the buckets that these posts are all making. So happy to be part of this movement.

    Also – I wanted to let you know I posted one of your pics from a previous #1000Speak post for my post with credit – hope that was okay. I thought it was beautiful (the people and the globe on yellow and how we’re gonna change the world!)February 20, 2015 – 8:00 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Louise,
      I’m so happy to be a part of it as well and yes to the drops in the buckets! I did see that you’d used that graphic and of course it’s okay! I loved seeing it on your blog 🙂February 22, 2015 – 11:39 amReplyCancel

  • Dani - There’s nothing more refreshing than honesty, transparency and heart, Kristi.

    Thank you for all 3.

    With blessings,
    DaniFebruary 20, 2015 – 9:56 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - As always, I love the words I find here.
    True that we make choices every day about what we will see or not see, do or not do. Sometimes I feel guilty, though, when I want to do more, but simply can’t. In those cases, I at least offer a prayer for the person I’d like to help. Is it bad if I say I don’t get impatient in line? I don’t know why – I used to. Maybe it’s because I’m always the person making it take long for the people behind me. Do you have any idea how long it takes an ADHD mom with an ADHD kid to take care of grocery checkout? LONG. 😀 Anyway, for some reason, I don’t do it any more. I check out the magazines, I people watch, I play a game with Zilla. It could also be that I don’t feel quite as stressed and impatient since changing my job situation.
    Anyway, I’m exhausted and blathering.
    This is good – and I will make a conscious effort to choose to see more around me. That’s a promise.February 20, 2015 – 10:13 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw Lisa, you’re so awesome. Thank you!! I know what you mean about feeling guilty when we can’t do more but doing something – even recognizing pain and praying is something and it’s compassion. I believe that. xxooFebruary 22, 2015 – 11:41 amReplyCancel

  • Marcia @ Menopausal Mother - It makes my heart swell to see all of the writers in the link-up to share their stories of compassion. And I love your positivity in this post–thank you for helping to spread the word!February 20, 2015 – 11:24 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks Marcia! I was so excited when I saw that you’d joined as well!!February 22, 2015 – 11:42 amReplyCancel

  • Nicki - “…all of us are more alike than different.” YES! This is so perfect, Kristi, thank you. You always say it just right. Love you xxFebruary 21, 2015 – 1:35 amReplyCancel

  • roweeee - Great to read your post on my journey through 1000 posts.
    I have had terrible trouble trying to get just a few items from the supermarket as I have been recovering from chemo and have a severe auto-immune disease. On an afternoon just like the one you described, a man pushed in front of me in the queue and when I spoke to him, he denied it. I then saw a staff member in the queue and told her that I was ill and she quickly ushered me through another checkout and as the man walked passed, he could see me getting with a disability permit. Am I supposed to have compassion for him?
    My post was about the compassion fatigue I’ve experienced trying to pick a topic for my post: https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/2015/02/20/compassion-fatigue-a-light-bulb-moment/
    xx RowenaFebruary 21, 2015 – 2:12 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’m still reading through them and each one fills me with such hope and joy. People’s commitment to showing compassion in the ways that they can is inspiring. Sigh though to the man who pushed ahead of you. I suppose the answer is that you should have compassion for him because who knows what his day is (perhaps he has a loved one in ICU or something) but jeez it’s hard to have compassion for others when they are unkind. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.February 22, 2015 – 11:46 amReplyCancel

  • Elizabeth - I’ve stood in that checkout line as well. It is difficult to see beyond what is going on inside our own heads at times to see the people around us. I am trying to strengthen my compassion muscles to get better at truly seeing the people around me in my daily life.February 21, 2015 – 8:25 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I love the way you put that Elizabeth – strengthening your compassion muscles. Yes!February 22, 2015 – 11:47 amReplyCancel

  • Serins - yes, helping is helping. That smile in the check out line may uplift someone. We don’t know their story.February 21, 2015 – 11:33 amReplyCancel

  • Kate (Shakespeare's Mom) - Beautifully written, Kristi. You continue to inspire me with your dedication to making the world a little bit brighter and a little bit more compassionate. Your passion for supporting and loving and understanding our fellow humans really comes through in your writing, not just in this post, but in so much of your work.February 21, 2015 – 5:00 pmReplyCancel

  • Katia - This is why I love you so much, the ability to walk in the shoes of others, express it so beautifully and write straight into the heart. I loved what you said about treating yourself the way you want the world to treat Tucker. That really struck a chord bwith me. I’m going to remind myself of that sentence the next time I deprive myself of sleep, worry too much or think unkind thoughts of myself. I love you so much, my friend!February 21, 2015 – 6:05 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I really do want to treat myself the way that I want others to treat Tucker and yet I struggle with that so much and thank you huge for getting that. It’s just hard right? And I so love you back. You know that.February 24, 2015 – 12:14 amReplyCancel

  • Tamara - I SO joined you – #127 and proud!
    I’ve had so many similar thoughts at the grocery store. Depends on the day really. So beautifully written as always. I mean, of course!!February 21, 2015 – 7:37 pmReplyCancel

  • Galit Breen - Love this. Yes, compassion is, for sure, a choice.February 21, 2015 – 7:52 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi - We are more alike than different. Beautiful post. Here’s my little drop in the ocean: I’m sending good thoughts your way, hoping that everything is going well.February 22, 2015 – 1:21 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Your drop of kind words causes ripples of thankfulness and meaning and I thank you for that you.February 24, 2015 – 12:17 amReplyCancel

  • Yvonne - Kristi, most people can relate to that scenario – certainly I can! And you are absolutely right that each day – each moment – we choose whether or not to see others, and what they might be going through. Only last night a friend said something about why a mutual friend of ours might do what he does that I sometimes take personally and I had not seen it the way she described before, but realised it made more sense than the story I was telling.

    I love all the intentions you have, and particularly this one:
    “I’ll treat myself the way that I’d like for people to treat my son.” It does start with us, yet so often we want others to treat us better than we treat ourselves.

    I love your post, your beautiful mind and that you made compassion your Finish the sentence Friday. Thank you!February 22, 2015 – 12:31 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Yvonne, you are an absolute rock star for getting this movement going and reaching and just YES. And yes – here’s to wanting to treat ourselves with as much kindness as we want the world to show our children. That. All of it. The heart and the beauty. Thank you for #100Speak and thank you for you.February 24, 2015 – 12:20 amReplyCancel

  • Allison - YES, this is my life. I make up stories all the time for the people I encounter…projecting something on to them. Honestly, it helps humanize the entire experience that is this stressed out, harried thing called life.
    And I am always late, but I always try to share.
    Thank you for this!February 22, 2015 – 3:43 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I love that you make up stories for those you run across the same way that I do Allison – one more way we’re alike yes? And yeah, ugh to the late. Hugs to you sweet one.February 24, 2015 – 12:22 amReplyCancel

  • Jackie @ The Courage In Me - Loved this so much! So profound and thought-provoking. Thank you! Oh and this: “That all of our stories matter. The ones we tell and the ones we keep to ourselves.” So so true.February 22, 2015 – 9:49 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks Jackie. Our stories. All of them. Thank you too for sharing yours.February 24, 2015 – 12:23 amReplyCancel

  • jaklumen - Just a small marker to let you know I was here.

    I’m still so impressed by your clip in Tamara’s video. You were rockin’ the camera.February 23, 2015 – 2:30 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw. Awe awe. I need to share that video. Thank you. I am glad that you were here and that I was on your #1000Speak as well. Thank you for writing and sharing.February 24, 2015 – 12:24 amReplyCancel

  • Jessica - I absolutely love this! These are the things we all need to try to do everyday. I feel like we’re all programmed to judge and compete, but it doesn’t have to be like that. With a little extra effort, we can all make life so much better. Love this compassion initiative! 🙂February 23, 2015 – 1:16 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Hi Jessica!!! You’re so right that nothing has to be the way that we think it does and that yeah, we can all make life and living better. xo to you friend!February 24, 2015 – 12:25 amReplyCancel

  • Nina - Putting ourselves in other people’s shoes is a great way to extend compassion to others. I can’t imagine a world where we only think of ourselves with no regard for others. Every time someone annoys me, I think that that person is loved by someone else just as I love my own family and friends. Helps to bind us together and find something we have in common.February 24, 2015 – 1:02 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It so is Nina! I love the idea of remembering that somebody who annoys us is loved as much as we love our friends and families. Thank you!February 24, 2015 – 8:15 pmReplyCancel

  • Jhanis - I am so glad to be a part of this movement! I mean my son because he wrote for me for #1000Speak LOLMarch 4, 2015 – 7:50 amReplyCancel

  • Sarah | Thank You Honey - I love this & I love this movement! #1000SpeakMarch 5, 2015 – 10:09 amReplyCancel

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