Restoring faith in humanity, one Kindness story at a time…
ACCEPTANCE & TOLERANCE - Almost three weeks ago me and a friend of mine were sitting in his aunt’s Department Store and a man came up carrying three dresses. He said he wasn’t sure if they would fit the person he was giving them to, after about ten minutes of trying to find the right size he finally looks up at my aunt and he is almost crying. He finally manage to stutter out that they were for him. My friend who was next to me and is a male shot out of his chair and came back several minutes later wearing a dress with a purse and all. He ran up to the man and smiled. “There is nothing wrong with it.” He was a very sweet kid so I was not very surprised. But behind us were two girls who did not appreciate the fact that men were wearing dresses in a store. They turned to us and say “Why are you guys dressed like that, you guys look freakish.” Now my friend Ben whirled around and bluntly stated. “The only thing freakish around here is the lack of acceptance that people have for each other.” The man was so happy after that he bought six dresses from us and started coming back after that. My aunt also put a sign on the front of that store that read. “We accept all kinds of customers, if you don’t want to see anyone different then you then go shop somewhere else.” – Faith in Humanity Restored Blog
BUCK UP AND GET A JOB - So, earlier this evening I posted this on my personal Facebook page, it was something that I experienced firsthand and wish to share it with my fellow New Yorkers.I just witnessed one of the most moving acts of kindness in NYC.A young girl (no more than 4 or 5yrs of age) and her father walked into a McDonald’s fhat I was sitting in. There was a homeless man sitting outside asking for change. The girl asked her father if she could gice him some money for food, her father said no and told the girl that the man should just “buck up and get a job”. They got their food and sat down. After they got settled the father got up and went to the bathroom. The young girl got up, grabbed her happy meal and took it outside to the homeless man.Her father came back to see that her happy meal was gone, he got agitated and said “Where did your food go?”, she said nothing. He asked again, more upset this time. She answered “I gave it to the man outside”.He started to reprimand her for it and she stood up on her chair ans yelled “It’s not fair that you’re yelling at me, I gave that man my food because he needs it more than I do. You and mommy have lots of money and we have lors of food at home.”An old woman walked up and handed the girl her wedding ring. She looked at the father, then back to the girl and said “You have a kind heart like my husband did. You take this as a token of my appreciation. And never lose that kindness.”Naturally, the father tried to refuse this offer. However, the old woman insisted that the child would have far more use of it than she would.I have never seen such an intense display of humanity in this city. ~ Caleb Noal
LEAVE HER ALONE – “When I was in high school, there was this girl at this restaurant that everyone used to eat at for lunch and some people were picking on her. She was slightly overweight and not really popular, so apparently that made her a prime target. I was fairly popular, so when I saw what the others were doing I went and sat with her and her friend. When the bullies passed by the table I just gave them a look that told them to leave her alone. Her and I became best friends after that and nobody ever picked on her or her friend again.” ~ Angela Death
I DO LOVE THEM - “Last night, my husband and I made 70 bag lunches for a local community center. I wrote little “I love you” cards and placed one in each bag. I don’t think those three words are said (and meant) enough, and everyone wants to know that someone loves them. I do love them, even though they are strangers to me.” ~ Leah Senona
ANGELS IN THE SNOW - “This reminds me of a day several years ago when I got stuck in the snow after dropping my daughter off at school. I was at an intersection on a slight incline, and the snow was falling quickly. It was just deep enough that I was totally stuck. I frantically tried shifting back and forth from drive to reverse, hoping to get enough momentum to move forward, but nothing. Traffic was piling up behind me and people were honking. Suddenly, two guys coming from the opposite way jumped out of their truck and asked if I needed help. They got behind me and pushed while I hit the gas, and got me moving. I was yelling “THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!” out my window as I drove away and as they were running back to their truck. I was SO appreciative of their unexpected help and said a prayer of thanks for both of them.” ~ kissingfroggz
A MEAL FOR THE POLICE - “I don’t have a pic to go with this, but I had to brag on my husband, Darrell. Last week, we were eating at a Mexican restaurant. Six cops came in and sat down, taking a break from their duties. My husband asked for their check and paid for their dinners. I was amazed by the thoughtfulness of my amazing husband! We left soon after, but I would have loved to see the looks on their faces! We don’t need credit; I just love your site and wanted to share what a wonderful husband I have.” ~ Susan
GIVING TEENAGERS A GOOD NAME – “The door bell rings this morning and I open it to find two boys from the local comprehensive. “Oh goodness, what are they after?” I think. One of the lads says “we found this on the street over there and we think it must be yours”. He’s holding my purse. I say thank you, completely taken aback and off they go. A couple of minutes later they come back the other way, having bought milk in the shop, and smile at me as I fill my car up with school bags, work bags and the kitchen sink. I dash into the house to grab some money from my hubby and chase them down the street – they were truly shocked to have been given anything but seriously lads you’re giving teenagers a good name (in our village at least!) — feeling hopeful :)” ~ Terri Russell
“When I was about five in the mid 70′s, I was sitting on one of the mechanical horses that rock back and forth outside of a Woolworth’s (i think) and playing while I was waiting for my mom who was in the store. Some lady walked by and put a quarter in to make it go. I was over the moon. It is a moment of pure joy that I’ve remembered vividly. I still even remember what that glorious kind stranger looked like.”
It was Christmas time and I worked in a toy store in a mall. A teenage girl came in wearing a T-shirt with the logo of my favorite video game on it. I complimented her shirt, and asked her where she had gotten it, because I’ve never been able to find that video game on a women’s shirt, only men’s before. She told me where she got it, and then she left.
I went into the break room to tell my boyfriend to buy it for me for Christmas, and when I came out of the break room, she was waiting for me. She handed me a bag, and said “Merry Christmas! I hope I got the size right” and left. She went out and bought me the shirt, and it was the sweetest thing ever.
When I was laid off years ago, with my wife and two kids to feed, someone would send me either $100 cash or a grocery gift card in the mail. It came every 1-2 weeks with no return address. To this day I have no idea who was sending it.
-eDgAR- 1241 points 23 hours ago
Told this story in another thread, but it’s definitely the nicest thing and is someone I will never forget.
When I was a kid we didn’t have a lot of money, so we often shopped at thrift store. What I loved about that was that you could get 10 books for a dollar, so I would plant myself in front of the book section and make piles of which ones I wanted to get and then decided on 10 after I’d gone through them all.
One day an older lady saw me sitting with my piles and asked if I liked to read. I told her I did and showed her a few of the books I found that I liked. She smiled and then pulled a dollar out of her purse, handed it to me and said, “Promise me that you’ll keep reading.” I was so happy and immediately stood up and thanked her while nodding my head. She smiled again and walked away and I went back to my piles, now able to pick out another 10 books.
This was probably about 20 years or so ago, but I still think of her whenever I buy a new book.
When I was 12, I was on my way back home from school. I was riding my bicycle, and at this crossing, a car in a traffic jam made space to let me through. While crossing the road, I got hit by this driver, trying to overtake the whole lane, so he wouldn’t have to wait out the traffic jam. The car hit me, scooped me up, launched me into the air, which resulted in a broken kneecap, a broken nose and a broken rib for me.
The driver fled the scene, the driver who let me pass took care of me till the Amber Lamps arrived, and made sure I stayed awake.
Now that’s not where it ends. The guy who took care of me was so mad about the driver fleeing the scene, that he actually put some advertisements in a few national newspapers, describing the car, and where the car might have possibly been damaged. After 3 days, the guy turned himself in, claiming that the advertisement lead people to figure out what he did and threaten him.
So a random stranger spent quite some money on getting an advertisement out so the guy who ran me over could be found. I never heard of that stranger after, but I’m pretty sure the driver wouldn’t have turned himself in if it weren’t for the ads.
When I was 12 or 13, I bailed hard rollerblading down a big hill on a busy street, busted my knee open pretty good. People just kept passing by before an old couple finally stopped to help me. My parents that morning had told me to wear my pads but I hated them and stashed them in my backpack. Anyways, in my agony, I was screaming how I should have listened to my parents and worn my pads. Fast forward two weeks and I’ve got 10 stitches in my knee, using crutches to walk. I get called down to the office and the principal hands me a card and a giftwrapped box. I read the card and it’s the old couple wishing me well and a speedy recovery. In the box, a discman. My first ever. A few days after that, my family and I went to their house to thank them for helping me and the gift. Never heard from them again but I’ll always remember them! I was so cool with my discman.
A guy named Jason sat with me after I got hit by a car. He waited when no one else did, made sure I didn’t die by the side of the road, and got help. I owe that guy my life.
I was in a really bad three-car accident a few years ago where a drunk driver ran a red light and hit another lady and me (the other lady died). This couple who had been leaving the mosque across the street heard the accident happen and came running to help. It was cold out and I was just sitting on the side of the road shivering and terrified.
The lady wrapped me up in her coat and put her arms around me and just sat there with me, thanking God over and over that I was OK, until the paramedics got to me. It was one of the worst nights of my life, but she made it a lot better.
Edit: This happened in the southern US. Mosques do tend to be rather controversial around here, which is one of the reasons I try to share this story whenever I get the chance, because that lady embodied loving thy neighbor as well as anyone I’ve ever known.
I was working as a producer on a talk radio show. The show I was working on wasn’t terribly popular so we really wouldn’t get many callers. So on my birthday day I’m working like any other day when some guy calls in and gets his entire family to sing me happy birthday.
He had never even called before and hasn’t since. I’ve never met him.
My day was instantly awesome.
Edit: The caller knew it was my birthday because one of the hosts of the talk show said happy birthday to me at the opening of the show.
When I was a little kid my great uncle had killed himself. We ordered pizza because no one wanted to cook dinner. The pizza  lady must have felt a great deal of sympathy for my mom because she had came back after her shift was over with a potted plant and a card.
A few years back, I ran out of gas on my way home from work. I manage to get my car to median so I wasn’t totally blocking traffic. I was stuck at this point no one I could call and no money. I had 3 people stop and help me. The first guy ask whats wrong? if I was okay? If I had any money on me for gas etc. I told him My car was out of gas, had no way of getting to a gas station and showed him my check that I had yet to cash so I had no money. He left and car two shows up. Car two I chatted for a bit but she said she couldn’t really help me out which is all good. So the 3rd person to stop is an undercover officer. Really nice guy helped me push my car towards the grass and brain stormed ideas for the situation because he didn’t want to leave me there. Well as me and the cop are talking car number 1 pulls up, gets out and hands me a a full 10 gallon gas can. I profusely thanked the guy even offered to get his number so I could pay him back. He refused just said it was really no problem. I didn’t ask this guy to spend his money on gas for me but he did anyway and I’m thankful he did. Too bad ill never get a chance to pay him back.
I boarded a last minute flight to my hometown not knowing if my brother was going to be alive when the flight landed. I was sitting in shock thinking about how this was going to be one of the longest hour and twenty minutes of my life and it must have been written all over my face.
This particular aircraft had two emergency seats then a space before the door (no window seat) giving the person who sat in the window seat behind a huge space for leg room. A guy sat down and commented how he loved to get that seat, extra leg room etc. Then he leaned forward and said, I saw your face when I was walking up the aisle and can tell you can really do with talking to someone to take your mind off something, so I’m just going to talk, at any point you want to talk about it you can, otherwise I’m just gonna chat to you.
I don’t know if that guy will ever have even the tiniest bit of understanding of how deeply he touched me with his actions or his parting words. Six years later I still think about what a touching thing he did by just chatting to a stranger who looked like she was going through hell. My brother is alive and well but for the duration of that flight I had no idea if that would be the case.
Pretty much anyone who helped us out in the immediate aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.
My mom, my little sister, and I were stuck in a flooded hospital for a few days. Wildlife and Fisheries and some Lake Charles firefighters who had come to the area boated us out. The boat I ended up in was piloted by a firefighter, and it was his birthday. Yet he was going around a flooded city miles and miles away from his home rescuing people.
We eventually ended up in Lafayette at a Waffle House. Someone gave my little sister a stuffed animal. Another man offered to give us a ride to his house to let us shower (we stank to the high heavens) and rest up while we waited on relatives to come get us. We didn’t do that, but he did give us a ride to another Waffle House after our family went to the wrong one (AND DECIDED TO ORDER FOOD INSTEAD OF COMING GET US).
The doctor who remained behind at the hospital to keep all the pets alive. When we were evacuated, it was humans only, no animals. We had to leave our dog. One doctor refused to leave, so the National Guard kept boating in animal food to keep them going. Eventually, the company sent in boats and helicopters (Matthew McConaughey was actually on scene) to get all the pets out. In a fucking cruel twist, his two pets were the only two out of 80ish to die.
We never met this person (or people), but someone paid for our dog to get surgery on her leg. After they were taken out of the hospital, they bounced around a couple different shelters. At one, someone noticed she needed the surgery; and they anonymously paid for it. Then they paid for a private plane to fly her to Houston (where we were at the time).
Katrina sucked. But I really got to see the good in people because of it. There are more stories, but those are the ones of strangers who never came back into my life. I owe them a huge debt for everything they did for a bunch of random people who needed help. People can really be awesome.
To this day, because of a stranger, I have learned to never judge people by their appearance. Rewind to 2008…I am driving from home to college. I am about 50 miles from the town my college is in, and I pull off to get gas. As I am filling up my tank, there is a car next to me that has what you would call people who look “white trash”, and are in a car that looks like a hybrid of fast and furious/low rider. I am sitting there pumping my gas and just unnecessarily judging the shit out of the people in the car. It was a couple with a young baby.
As I am pumping my gas, the husband goes into the gas station to pay, and as he is passing my car on the way out tells me I have a flat tire on the passenger side (I would have never seen this because my gas tank is on the driver side). Now here I am, a snooty college kid, and I have no fucking idea how to change a flat. I grab the spare and the guy just says “do you need help”- I said no, I can figure it out, and he walks away. So I am sitting there like an  idiot trying to change a tire completely wrong, and the guy comes back- with a hydraulic jack, a nice tire iron, and some other tools. He says “let me help you man, you don’t have this stuff”- and changes my fucking tire. Literally got all dirty, his wife said they were happy to do, and didn’t accept the $20 I had on me. Kindest  people I ever met. Made me feel like such a  fool for the unnecessary judging I did but taught me a valuable lesson.
I was carjacked at gunpoint, bled dry of my valuables and dropped in the middle of nowhere. After the carjackers drove off in my car, I picked myself up from my prone position and went to a nearby lit house (it was night). The family that lived there believed me when I told them my story, let me in, gave me words of comfort, fed me and made me tea, called the police for me to report the crime and called me a cab (which they paid for) to the police station and absolutely insisted on giving me a bit of spending money to tide me over until I sorted out my stuff.
That’s probably the nicest thing a stranger has done for me.