#56 Leave a $20 bill on the sidewalk.

I’ll admit, half of me did this as an act of kindness; the other half as a social experiment.

As mentioned before, I work in the concrete jungle a.k.a. financial district of downtown Toronto. Because Union Station is located right in the heart of it, it is an eclectic mix of obnoxious suits, swarming tourists, frustrated construction workers and the occasional local trying to pass through unscathed.

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#55 Leave cookies for your neighbours.

I’ve started a 30-day no sugar/alcohol challenge (because apparently I’m a masochist), so I am craving allllllllll the foodz right now.

So I wanted nothing more than to give someone the gift of refined sugar and empty calories my deprived pleasure receptors are craving so badly. I don’t know most of my neighbours, just friendly “hellos and goodbyes” and casual banter, but there’s a new couple that moved in just two doors down. (Disclaimer: I am 99.9% sure they’re a couple because they are way too good looking and well dressed to be straight. Seriously, they look like they just stepped out of my Pinterest board.)

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#54 Pay for someone’s groceries.

It was a wonderfully relaxing weekend and I couldn’t be happier that I visited my family. I spent the days hiking with my mom through Rattlesnake Point (even saw a deer!) and riding my bike through my old familiar stomping grounds. In the evenings, we dragged the TV out into the backyard, wrapped ourselves in blankets and watched old black and white Polish movies (which are hilarious by the way) under the stars.

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#53 Be someone’s chauffeur for the day.

Greetings from the burbs!

Today’s post will be compressed, as I am currently typing in real-time on my iPhone, from the parking lot of the local Walmart.

Why Walmart, you ask? Well, today’s act of kindness is devoted to my 80-year old slightly senile and mouthy grandmother, whose biggest joy in life is perusing the aisles of everyone’s favourite oversized retail superstore and making snarky comments about the other shoppers’ lacklustre Sunday outfits.

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#52 Surprise your parents with a visit.

Being an only child to immigrant parents has its own unique set of intricacies.

In addition to being overly involved in every aspect of my life and their house always making my clothes reek of onion and garlic, there is an undercurrent of constant guilt I have for not spending more time with them, since, “they came to this country with only the clothes on their backs, $500 in cash, one good set of china, my grandmother’s Russian gold rings and a dream for a better life for me.”

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#51 Sacrifice your own happiness for someone else’s.

“When good Americans die, they go to Paris.”
―Oscar Wilde

The greatest injustice in my life was not being born a Parisian. I had the opportunity to visit two years ago, and the moment I stepped off the crowded tour bus onto the Champs-Élysées, I was in love.

A few months ago, my favourite trans-atlantic friend messaged me to tell me she got a sweet contract in Paris and would be living there in a swanky flat until the new year. I immediately booked a ticket to visit. Dreams of croissants, cafes, patisseries, red wine, cobblestone streets, cinemas and baguettes got me through my monotonous workdays, as I counted down the days to my trip.

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#50 Cheer up someone having a rough week.

I will preface this by saying that I wasn’t planning on writing this post. It has been one of the hardest and most disappointing weeks of my life, and all my energy has been spent just trying to roll out of bed in the morning and put pants on.

Rather than turning this into a forum to air my grievances, I will tap into the lyrical angst of an artist many of you may (begrudgingly) remember, Limp Bizkit. “Its just one of those days / Where you don’t want to wake up / Everything is fucked / Everybody sucks.” Thank you, Fred Durst. Indeed they do.

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#49 Hold the door open for a stranger.

While making a mad dash through Toronto’s PATH to a meeting this morning, juggling two overflowing Starbucks cups, my laptop and cellphone, I weaved my way through the morning crowds behind a young suit. A few steps ahead of me, he passed through the oncoming doors, took a quick glance back to gauge the distance between us and promptly let the door slam in my face.

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#48 Apologize first.

I don’t argue often with friends, but when I do, I tend to self-righteously dig my heels into the ground and stubbornly wait for an apology.

One of my oldest friends did something pretty slimy last week and I caught wind of it right before a particularly stressful Monday at work. (Note to real-life friends: Mondays are not prime days for bad news deliveries. K, thanks.)

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#47 Pick up trash.

I once went on a Tinder date with a perfect 10: tall, handsome, funny doctor. Everything was going swimmingly until I observed in slow-motion horror as he casually threw a plastic water bottle onto the ground…five feet away from a garbage can.


If you carelessly leave your garbage in public places, flick cigarette butts onto the sidewalk or toss empty bottles out of your car – you are quite simply an asshole. A lazy one at that.

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