As we start to another Rotary year, we hope to inspire every member by an article below adapted from an article by Adair Lara in "Glamour"

A woman in a red car pulls up to the toll booth at the South Luzon Express Highways. "I'm paying for myself and the six cars behind me," she says with a smile.

One after another, the next six drivers arrive at the booth, money in hand.  "Some lady up ahead already paid your fare," says the collector.  "Have a nice day."

The woman, it turned out, had read a note taped to a friend's refrigerator: Practise random kindness.Ramona Cruz spotted the same phrase on a warehouse wall, 25 kilometers from her home in Caloocan.  When she couldn't get it out of her mind, she finally drove all the way back to copy it exactly.

A few days ago I heard from a friend in Cagayan de Oro.  She had jotted the phrase down on a restaurant place mat after mulling it over for days.  "Here's the idea," she says. "If you think there should be more of something, do it - randomly.  Kindness can build on itself as much as violence can."

Now the message is spreading, on bumper stickers, walls and business cards.  And as it spreads, so does a vision of guerrilla goodness.A jeepney passenger pays for a stranger's fare.  A group of people with pails and mops may descend on a run-down house and clean it from top to bottom while the elderly owners look on, amazed.  A teen-ager cleaning a backyard may be hit by the impulse and clean his neighbor's surroundings too.

Senseless acts of beauty spread.  A man plants beautiful flowers along a roadway.  A concerned citizen roams the streets collecting litter in a supermarket cart.  A student scrubs graffiti from a park bench.  It's a positive anarchy, a gentle disorder, a sweet disturbance.

They say you can't smile without cheering yourself up.  Likewise, you can't commit a random act of kindness or beauty without feeling as if your own troubles have been lightened - because the world has become a slightly better place.

And you can't be a recipient without a pleasant jolt.  If you were one of those commuters whose toll was paid, who knows what you might have been inspired to do for someone else?

Like all revolutions, guerrilla goodness begins slowly, with a single act.  Let it be yours.