Kindness is not just my element. It's what I live for. I show it to my friends, family, animals, and random ponies on the streets. Kindness is like a story that makes one cry, but at the same, it makes them smile. Sometimes, kindness can be hard to show. Either to ponies who are cruel or going through a difficult time in their life. Still, it is important that we share kindness to all. Here is my story of me showing kindness to a pony who was going through a struggle. Some of you may know this feeling and situation.
I was heading to the market to buy carrots for Angel Bunny. I had none in my kitchen and Angel was really desperate for some. He also would not let me back inside the house without buying some. So, I proceeded to the market place.
As I was crossing the bridge that entered Ponyville, I saw a mare sitting on a bench. She looked depressed and I think she really needed somepony to talk to. I walked over to her and sat next to her. She reacted to my presences by looking up at me. Tears were running down her face and her eyes were red.
"Excuse me," I managed to let out, "I saw you crying and I thought you need somepony to talk to." She looked at the ground. Her head didn't move and she did respond. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" I asked. The mare took a deep breathed and raised her head.
"I don't know if you'll understand," she whimpered.
"I'll try my best to help you in anyway possible," I responded. I smiled and her eyes fell upon mine.
"Okay," she sighed, "I'll tell you. I'm crying because my parents are getting a divorce." I let out a quiet gasp and I felt my eyes start to water up. "I have no idea what to do, this is all so new for me," she cried. She was starting to say something, but then she started to weep. I hugged the poor mare and brushed her mane softly. "Are they splitting because of me?" she sobbed.
I shook my head. "No, it's not your fault, I'm sure there's another explanation," I assured her. She did seemed convinced and she continued to sob and grunt. "Look, I may not know a lot about divorce," I told her, "but I will try to help you out as best as I can."
"Really, you would do that?" she sniffed.
"Of course," I responded, "I will try my best." She gave me a weak smile and I gave one back. "Divorce is a tough situation, especially for the child of the family," I began to explain, "it's something that can not be entirely fixed and neither can the pain that comes with it." I was doing the best I could. I never did and probably never would understand divorce in the eyes of the child completely. I continued, "the best you can do is try to keep on living and being there for whom ever you're living with now. Don't think about it too much or put pressure on yourself, it will only make you feel worse. I can not heal the pain, trust me, nopony can. Just continue facing everyday with confidence and a smile, my friend Pinkie Pie told me that."
The mare looked at me with a smile. "Your right, um..." she responded.
"Fluttershy, my name is Fluttershy," I said. I smiled back at her. We hugged and she went off. She was going back to her mother ready to tell about how I had helped her. She invited me to come see her and her mother sometime.
A few weeks later, I went over to see the mare and her mother. They had invited me to have tea with them. I really loved the experience. The garden outside had beautiful, white flowers growing on every bush. Their house was as lovely too. It was a one story, white house. It had a green roof with some vines growing on it. The mother had said she was a gardener and loved the color white.
"Thank you for helping my daughter, I was so worried about her when she locked herself in her room for a week," she told me. She took a sip of her tea.
"Oh my, that sounds awful," I gasped. Her mother nodded in agreement.
"Yes, she would not come out and she only ate bread and drank water," she explained, "I thought she would take her life. I don't know how to thank you enough, Fluttershy." I sipped my tea and blushed. I smiled at her mother. "You know," she said, "I met a new colt and I'm dating him now. I hope my daughter like him when I introduce him to her." I nodded. "I'm just worried she's not going to like him, you know?" she stammered.
I thought for a moment of what to say next. "If she doesn't, maybe she could talk to me about it," I suggested.
Her mother's eyes became wide as she took a huge gulp of her tea. "Really, you would do that?" she asked with excitement in her voice.
"Of course," I replied, "I'd be glad to help out a friend. " Her mother thanked me for my offer. As I left, the mare and her mother gave me some of their flowers from their garden. They were more enchanting up close. "Oh, thank you," I gasped. I hugged both of them, then I was on my way back home.
That is the story of how I helped out somepony that was going through hard times. The mare was a little discouraged at first about meeting her mother's new coltfriend, but they soon became friends. I also was invited to their wedding, which was so magnificent. By being kind to someone else, I made three new friends and convinced a pony out of taking her life. A little kindness can help a lot.
