Story 7:
When I was homeless, a stranger brought me and my cat into her home. I’ll never forget this. She cooked delicious dinners, and I felt like a member of her family. I played with her son and their dog.
It was only a brief visit, but I’ll remember it forever. I owe her something. I hope to find her again one day so I can give her money or show her what I’ve accomplished in life to prove she didn’t help me for free. © Unknown author/Reddit
Story 8:
On a sweltering day, I walked around 4 miles in thick black clothing. A guy saw me sweating profusely and as red as a tomato and inquired if I needed a ride. I answered no since I believed I was almost home, but I had underestimated the distance and still had one mile to go. © Dev_Lightning/Reddit
Story 9:
When I was a kid, I went to the grocery store with my mother and went straight to the arcade to play some games. I only had a quarter, and the computer snatched it without allowing me to play. I went to the store’s customer service section and explained what had happened, but they said it wasn’t their machine and they couldn’t help. I was not even trying to play again; all I wanted was my money back.
As I turned back, there stood an old lady smiling and clutching a quarter, which she presented to me. I was so thrilled that I made it my duty to constantly assist others if it was within my means and ability. © Duck-Yo-Couch, Reddit.
Story 10:
I was crying, not sobbing, when I walked outdoors in the pouring rain. I had just gotten into a quarrel with the guy I was dating, so I left his place in tears and was ready to contact a friend. A woman noticed me and asked whether I was okay. I assured her I was going to phone a friend and everything would be OK.
She gave me her address so that if I needed it, I had somewhere to go! I have no friends or family in this unfamiliar place. It felt great to have a stranger care about me. Thank you, stranger, for making me feel less alone! © noshame-nogain/Reddit
Story 11:
I was 17 years old when my mother was admitted to the hospital following a severe surgery. There were issues that night, which really pushed me into a terrible mood. I ended up rolling into a ball in some random hallway, bawling my eyes out. A midnight janitor spotted me and sat with me for a few minutes, which really helped me calm down.
Some time after he left, a father and his daughter (possibly approximately 5 years old) went by. About a minute later, the little girl ran back to me and handed me a lollipop. It’s been years since that night, and thinking about it still brings me to tears. A small act of compassion can go a long way. © DJ BeckyBecs / Reddit.
Story 12:
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I made friends with another youngster in an airport who was playing with some glued-together Lego cars. That boy and I played with those toys for nearly an hour, and when it came time to part ways and board the airline, he requested I retain one of the cars.
While I suggested he keep them, he stated they proved we were friends. Even now, nearly 20 years later, I still have the car in my childhood souvenir box. © ForearmDeep/Reddit
