I had a major realization.
The past few years, I had a huge heart for social injustice. Reading and learning more about anything that was related to some injustice would really infuriate me. I always seemed to have such an intense reaction toward news stories, marginalized people, terrible events, etc. My blood would boil, I would feel an internal rage, and I felt incredibly frustrated at how broken our world is. However, I never knew what to do with all of my feelings. It seemed to me that I could not be someone who had the power to end world poverty, homelessness, police brutality, or racial policies that discriminate people groups on an institutionalized level. For the longest time, I felt like I had a mental war going on about what I should do with my feelings. Often, I would ask myself, What is the point of doing small acts of kindness if it’s not going to make a large scale impact? I was afraid of doing anything good in the fear that it would actually have the opposite effect. I learned from my public health classes that sometimes blindly acting with pure intentions can actually produce more harm than good in certain communities. I learned how it was important to research and thoroughly learn about a community before you intervene and try to do anything good.
While these things are serious points to consider when intervening to help a community, it should not immobilize anyone from helping someone in need. I realize that even producing some acts of kindness, is important. While a small act of kindness might not eradicate a social problem or injustice, it has potential to cause a chain reaction to lead to something bigger. We should be motivated by this hope. Just because it is impossible to lose 10 pounds at the gym with one workout, it does not mean a short 30 minute work out has no meaning in contributing to the losing of 10 pounds.
Small acts of change is still better than no action at all.