What does that mean?
I read a story about an elderly man with very little money, who still put quarters in an unused washing machine at the laundry once a week. He left notes that said things like “to help you today.” He never left any information about himself. Soon, other people in the community started doing the same thing. And people started leaving notes back to say how much it meant to them.
I am mush. A family went to an animal shelter and asked to adopt the dog who had been there the longest. They didn’t care about his size, age or health. They just wanted to give him or her a home.
I am mush. An anonymous person donated $500 to pay for school lunches that some children couldn’t afford.
I am mush.
The turn-out for the local Pride Parade was bigger than ever. Everyone was smiling, hugging and singing. One little girl was walking around shyly giving a Smarties candy to parade watchers. People came together with love.
I am mush. A stranger showed up at a local coffee shop once a week. A group of women started talking to her, and invited her to join them. She admitted that she was dealing with a severe health problem without family around her. The invitation she received to join the group was the kindness she needed. I am mush.
A woman stopped in the middle of the freeway to save a kit- ten. She then took it to a vet to be checked out. The kitten hung on to her the whole time. She now, happily, has a new kitten in her life and is so thankful for taking the chance and stopping to help that day.
I am mush.
What is “mush?” It is a combination of tears and heartfelt love inside. It fills my soul with hope for humanity. Running mascara, drips of tears on my clean shirt, and saying “I’m not crying, you’re crying” over and over. When I see or hear about people’s kindness, it turns me into mush.
I like being mush!
