It's been a long time since I've been a Boy Scout (10 years, to be exact), but their slogan always stuck with me. I don't make a point of jumping out of bed in the morning with a checklist of good deeds to do; nor do I spend every waking minute analyzing the world around me to see if there's something that would qualify as a good deed. But more often than not, I find myself impulsively or instinctively doing something that would probably qualify, looking back on it later.
Take today, for example. I was enjoying the sun and cool breeze while waiting outside the mechanic's shop for my car's yearly inspection and an oil change. A guy parked in line at the entrance of the shop went inside to take care of his paperwork, and a lady pulled in behind him in line. I was just going back to my book when I heard a rattling noise and looked up to see a shopping cart barreling down on the car of the guy who was inside. I didn't stop to think; I just got up from where I was sitting on the curb and ran over and grabbed the cart a few scant inches before it dented the side of his new-looking Accord. I'm sure the lady behind the car saw me, just as I'm sure that the guy inside (and around a corner) did not see me. But I didn't care about getting a thank you for stopping the spontaneous creation of a new dent in the guy's car, I was just happy to be able to have done something, however little, to keep someone else from having a worse day. I secured the shopping cart in such a way that it wouldn't get caught by the wind and hit someone else's car, and went back to reading my book and enjoying being outside on such a beautiful day.
I may not have a chance to do something nice for a friend or stranger tomorrow, or even any time in the next week. But if I see some place where I can help, you can bet that I will. Even if it's something as simple as stooping to pick up something that someone just dropped, or stopping a shopping cart before it can hit someone's car.