Trickle-Down Humanity: The Strangers Who Surrounded Her In Whole Foods After Her Dad Committed Suicide
"Trickle-Down Humanity" is the title of my last chapter in "Good Manners for Nice People Who Sometimes Say F*ck."

It's a chapter about the way to achieve happiness (or contentment, to be less over the top) -- and it's not by chasing happiness, but by pursuing meaning.

As concentration camp survivor Viktor Frankl noted -- and as a good deal of research later supports -- the way you bring meaning into your life is by extending yourself for other people, especially strangers.

Accordingly, Deborah Greene has a moving (as in, move to the Kleenex box before you read it) piece on The Mighty:

Dear Strangers,

I remember you. 10 months ago, when my cell phone rang with news of my father's suicide, you were walking into Whole Foods, prepared to go about your food shopping, just as I had done only minutes before.

But I had already abandoned my cart full of groceries and I stood in the entryway of the store. My brother was on the other end of the line. He was telling me my father was dead, that he had taken his own life early that morning and through his own sobs, I remember my brother kept saying, "I'm sorry Deborah, I'm so sorry." I can't imagine how it must have felt for him to make that call.

And as we hung up the phone, I started to cry and scream as my whole body trembled. This just couldn't be true. It couldn't be happening. Only moments before I was filling my cart with groceries, going about my errands on a normal Monday morning. Only moments before my life felt intact. Overwhelmed with emotions, I fell to the floor, my knees buckling under the weight of what I had just learned. And you kind strangers, you were there.

You could have kept on walking, ignoring my cries, but you didn't. You could have simply stopped and stared at my primal display of pain, but you didn't. No, instead you surrounded me as I yelled through my sobs, "My father killed himself. He killed himself. He's dead." And the question that has plagued me since that moment came to my lips in a scream: "Why?" I must have asked it over and over and over again. I remember in that haze of emotions, one of you asked for my phone and asked who you should call. What was my password? You needed my husband's name as you searched through my contacts. I remember I could hear your words as you tried to reach my husband for me, leaving an urgent message for him to call me. I recall hearing you discuss among yourselves who would drive me home in my car and who would follow that person to bring them back to the store...

This is how it should be.

And not just in times of tragedy and extreme sadness.

It just takes a little practice to start looking for opportunities to extend yourself for other people. Once you start doing it, you'll see it makes you feel good -- as well as making the person you help feel good.

And you don't always have to help -- sometimes you can just smile or give someone a thumbs up.

We're a social species and a lot of people don't get a lot of notice, and sometimes a little notice means a lot.