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Story 7:
I ran out of gas once while driving across the country. Lots of cars just passed me for over four hours. Finally, a guy stopped and checked on me. I told him I had no gas or cash. He just turned around and left.
Ten minutes later, he came back and poured gas into my car. He made sure it started and then left. That guy saved my life because I was having some dark thoughts.
Story 8:
When I was homeless, and it was freezing outside, an older lady let me come into her apartment to warm up for a couple of hours. She made me food and hot tea. She was truly a blessing, and I’ll never forget her.
Oh, and I almost forgot—right before I left, she gave me $300 for a hotel room for a few days and some food money.
Story 9:
My card was declined while buying lunch on my break at the grocery store where I was working. The customer behind me handed the cashier $20 and insisted I keep the change (my lunch was around $5).
I was 18, living on my own in a new city after leaving home, and just generally having a hard time. This was 10 years ago, and I still tear up thinking about it. She had no idea how much I needed that random act of kindness that day.
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Story 11:
I was 8 and on the train with my mom, heading to the hospital for eye surgery. I was listening to music on my CD Walkman while talking to my mom about the surgery. I guess the man in front of me noticed how anxious I was because he gave me the Michael Bublé CD album he had bought that morning for his wife as a gift.
I remember our interaction so clearly. It made my day, and I was so happy that I forgot all about my anxiety. I still own that CD.
Story 12:
A cashier at my local grocery store paid for my groceries because I didn’t have enough. I felt bad because I should have checked my bank account beforehand to see how much I had.
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Story 14:
Riding to work one hot summer day in Prague on a tram with no AC—crowded, hot, and miserable. I was sweating rivers, but couldn’t even reach my handkerchief because the car was so packed.
I was just standing there, feeling miserable, when an older woman smiled at me and handed me a napkin from her purse. I thanked her profusely.
Story 15:
In high school, passing between classes, I was having a really dark, bad day. A girl walking past smiled at me. Every day after that, we’d pass each other and smile, then started saying hi—but that was it. We never had time to really talk.
I saw her at a hockey game once. It was funny, actually talking for a few minutes and then telling my friends she was a friend from school—even though I didn’t know her name.
Beautiful stories, I appreciate reading nice things that happen to people – we don’t hear enough about the good things in life.