When we were down to our last working vehicle, a 14 year old car with 273,000 miles on it, no working turn signals, and a trunk that pops wide open when you go over a bump, they lent us their truck. And it wasn't the first time. Not even the first time that month.
So I thought that was a good place to start with my random acts of kindness. While we were chatting, she was telling me (as we often tell each other) about lack of motivation, stress and fatigue. A little snippet of our conversation:
HER: Im tired
and i don't want to clean
not one bit
She was very confused when I arrived at her house and started actually doing her dishes.
Highly amusing and bewildering for my friend: Check
One down, 41 to go.