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Three of my friends recently commited suicide in the last half of 2004. Two of them attended my school, and died within two weeks of each other, and the school found out that a group of us knew the last one.
They(the school administrators) freaked out and had this thing called Challenge Day come to our school.
Like 6 times.
Anyways.
The whole thing was to get people to commit random acts of kindness. Because all three of them killed themselves because of harassment, "CRUEL, CRUEL WORLD!", or something like that. I feel terrible for not noticing this.

I try to smile at someone new every day, I offer hugs to people that look depressed, I start random conversations. I was reluctant to let anyone get close to me at first, in case anyone else decided to die on me. (I had 5 friends of mine die in the last half of 2004.) But after I accepted death as a part of life.. well.
Eh.

I also pick things up people have dropped. It's become a habit now.

Yeah. I try because I don't want to lose anyone else.
Suicide prevention seems to be my specialty these days. The domino effect is kicking in, and all of a sudden, everyone wants to die.
Turns out, most of them want attention. So I give it to them. I don't want them to die. (After informing the proper authorities of course. I'd never tackle such a thing without a therapist or someone of the sort behind me. Not IRL, anyways.)

Eh. So depressing. How to turn that around. Um.

I donated three donuts to a homeless person once. His name was Marvin.
My friend and I named a kitten after him. He was cool.

I enjoy doing random violence or kindness, all depends on the time of day, phase of the moon, ect...

Actually, my personal favorite act of kindness was on a trip to New Orleans with my step sister, her dad, and my mom. We were lost in the French Quarter and asked a man on the sidewalk for some directions (he also tipped us off on a great blues club called "the Funky Pirate"). Then he started telling us all about the cultural history of New Orleans. It was wonderful. When I found out that he was homeless I gave him half of the money in my wallet (not sure how much it was, but it was a decent bit) for all the information, then tried to get the rest of my family to offer something as well. I doubt we could have found such a helpful guide otherwise.

First and foremost: Phaedora. -hugs- You just.. you kick much a**.

Next. This isn't so much my act of kindness as it is people in my town's. So I'm putting it here anyway, just cause it's nice.

My dad and I haven't gotten along in several years, mostly due to a chain of stupid mistakes ultimately leading to me not wanting much to do with him. I call him occasionally, take him to dinner on his birthday and Father's Day, but that's about it. I invited him to my graduation, but again, there isn't much. My mother had to leave him because of his drug abuse, and after months of being clean and promising me he was done, he got drunk and tried to hit me. (I live on my own, and he came to my house and threatened me. I locked myself inside to call the police, but he left... drunk. So my uncle called and gave them his tag number so he could sober up in a jail cell. Needless to say, my feelings weren't warmer.)

Now, prior to this.. episode, my dad had been clean. And our relationship had been mending. I was becoming a bit more friendly with him, more willing to do things with him. He was living by himself with his cat and dog, and had a job. Well, in trying to help the company, he reported his boss to the BIG boss for embezzlement. But because they arrested the guy and had no one to run my dad's small group of workers for the larger company, their crew got laid off. So he was having some trouble finding a new job, seeing as he's older (55) and mildly disabled. (He got into a car accident while driving stoned and has had most of the bone in his right wrist removed, leaving it mostly useless) I was giving him money to keep him along, because for once, losing his job wasn't his fault. Then his house burned down.

Now, I couldn't do much to help him. I'm a student living alone. But I did what I could. I got together the basics: soap, shampoo, pictures of the family because his were gone, things like that. The Red Cross got him going in a hotel room for week, before he had to go to another one through a local church. Now, he lost everything except his car and the clothes on his back. I took his dog, and his cat was lost in the fire. So the people in my small town got together and even though most knew his history and knew what he had done in his past, they still got together five bags of clothes, piles of food, and roughly $2000.00 in donations to help him find somewhere to live. That gave him the deposit he needed and he's currently living a few hours from where he used to. Unfortunately, I haven't felt the desire to speak to him but a handful of times since this happened over a month ago. But that aside, I still thought everything the people in my town did was amazing.