I was desperately needing a taxi while traveling alone one night on a freezing cold evening in Russia. Maybe -25 Celsius. I only knew a few words in Russian. I stood on the corner of a busy road for hours trying to hail a taxi. I had no idea what else to do as I just could not find a hotel or hostel. A man drove up to me and asked where I needed to go. I knew the word “train” in Russian and how to say “I don’t speak Russian.” He drove off because we just couldn’t really understand each other. About 30 minutes later he drove back and handed me his phone. I put it to my ear and it was his daughter speaking in English telling me that her father would drive me to the train station (which was about 15 miles away). This kind man drove me out of his way to the train station and if it weren’t for him, I have no idea what would have happened to me that night.

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My husband was away for work for 3 months , and I lived far away from family. My son is 3 he is 100%, and doesn’t sit still, I was exhausted working parent doing it all!. My son and I went to eat at chick fil a one Saturday, we never go to sit in restaurants, because he can’t sit still long enough. But I was craving a spicy chicken.

We sit down in a booth and my son was acting as he does, and not sitting still. I’m about to leave and pack it all up to go, because he was disrupting this family sitting behind us and I didn’t want to ruin their meal.

The mom sees I’m struggling and invites my son to eat with them. They had a few older kids (5-7 ish) My son sits with them and eats, and they entertain him for 20-30 minutes. While I sat in my booth eating my meal in peace.

It was the nicest mom move that a mom has ever done; she saw the struggle I was having and tried to help. Her kids even shared their chicken nuggets with my son! It was so sweet.

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Once went out to a restaurant for a meal, earlier the same day we found out that one of my partner's relatives, someone they were close to, had killed themselves.
We thought it would be a good idea to get out of the house and distract ourselves.

Our waitress was lovely and spoke to us throughout the meal as it was quiet and she seemed fun.

At the end of the meal, and many wines, my partner was visibly emotional (not crazy, just sad looking) the waitress asked us if we were ok and saw that my partner was upset, so she asked again. We told her what had happened, she was shocked and it was obvious she really felt for my partner.

A few minutes later, she came over with some limoncello shots and said "it's on the house" which was unexpected and lovely, we protested a bit but she said "I'm managing tonight, it's little things like this that make me like working here, because I can make your night a bit better" what a legend.

It gets even more lovely though - we asked her for the bill shortly after, and when it arrived, it read £00.00 - she had discounted the whole bill, putting it through as wastage. We were shocked and had a tearful goodbye with her after many protests and finding it unbelievable.

We'd had a 3 course meal, wine and beer, loads of sides - we went to town and she just covered it because my partner was sad. I'll remember it forever. She could have kept herself to herself and ignored us, but that moment of kindness meant to much to us that day and turned it from a s****y day to a less s****y day.

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I was a teenager hanging out with some friends at a Waffle House. The only other person there was a very large, scruffy, middle aged man at the counter. He looked like a biker maybe. He waved us over to him and we went over there. As a young woman, I assumed he was up to something creepy, but we went over there. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a stack of colored paper napkins and then proceeded to fold paper roses for me and my friends including the guys in our group. He wasn't a creep, just an origami enthusiast, and I learned not to judge a book by its cover.

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I used to be terrified of flying. I had to be drunk and on Valium. I flew when I was six days sober. I had no clue how I was going to make it through the flight.

I was seated next to an off duty pilot. He spent the entire flight explaining to me what the noises were. I love flying now because of this.

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Aw I was also once sitting next to an off duty pilot. The stewardess gave him plenty of chocolate and he gave almost all of it to my husband and me (it was my husband's first time on a plane) :)

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I was once travelling through an old town, when I stopped at a small shop to buy some packaged water. I was in my tweens at that time, so I jumped out of my car and went to buy, a very old man sat at the shop, once I bought everything he took out an ice-cream and handed it to me, as I was about to take the bottles with me he picked the bottles himself and walked with me to the car so that I icould have my icecream. He was very old and scaly, very thin too. And once he saw that I had a younger sister he rushed back to the shop to bring out another icecream for her. I insisted that he take money for it. But he didn't take it and just smiled. Maybe we reminded him of his grandchildren I presume.

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I was really drunk and started puking in the trash can in the women’s bathroom since there was a line to get to a toilet. One of the girls in line held my hair up and rubbed my back, telling me I’d be okay. I drunkenly told her I loved her; I may also have been crying.

Wherever you are, Bathroom Girl, I still love you

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This happened when I was around 9 or 10. I was out riding my bike with my mum, and halfway through the trail, my bike breaks down.Anyway we couldn't carry the bike back home since it would take hours, so we were just stranded in that field. There were a few people on the trail who saw our inconvenience, but either they didn't have any bike knowledge to know how to fix it, or they couldn't be bothered to care.

At least an hour had passed before this old man, and I mean like real old (he looked to be around 80) approached us and fixed our bike free of charge. He got his hands down to the grease, and eventually after a few minutes I could start peddlin' again. I thought that was a really wholesome moment, his kindness and coolness to our situation. And that's why this memory sticks to me I guess.

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I work at a private race track. It’s a country club, but instead of playing golf, you get to drive your car really fast.

Last year we were approached by a local church who was hosting the Chaplin division for the Ukrainian National Police for a week long tour of different police agency’s to see how chaplaincy programs work in the US. Our local sheriff was one of these departments they chose to visit and our facility is a lot more fun to have meetings at than their little podunk station.

On the day of their visit, a church van shows up and 12 happy Ukrainians hop out. No one spoke much English except for their captain and a translator. First they had their meeting with with the sheriff, then it my turn to give them the tour of our facilities.

We have a really cool downhill skid pad, an extreme outdoor go kart track, and a really fun 2 mile car circuit. We separated everyone into small groups to rotate through the activities. One of my coworkers was taking them on rides at the skid pad, the other one was shuttling them back to kart track, and I had the distinct pleasure of turning hot laps on the big track.

Now let me tell you, nothing in this life will ever be as fun or full of pure joy like having a car full of Ukrainian police officers doing 120 mph and they are all laughing and cutting up in their native language, using what little English they know to encourage you to drive faster.

This was one of the most wholesome experiences of my life. They were so happy to be with us. Each officer had a gift that they would give you (pens, brackets, patches,etc) with the Ukrainian police logo on it. They would shake your hand and present a gift to any new person they met. It was so much fun and I still have a lot of their little trinket items on my desk.

If their were ever a day in my career that I would rate as the perfect 5 out of 7, it would be this one!

(My [video](https://youtu.be/4Whcev_i274) intern followed us around all day for anyone interested. I am the man bun for those wondering)

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Went to a bar to meet a date and got ghosted. So I'm sitting at the bar drinking alone and saw a woman being harassed by a drunk guy. I intervened and she acted as if she'd been waiting for me. The drunk got lost and the woman and I sat together at the bar for a couple hours. We had a really great time, lots of smiles and laughs. There were sparks for sure. She asked for my phone and started talking selfies, so I took it back from her to get some better photos. Probably captured 50 or so, some really candid ones and some silly poses. After we laughed about the photos, she got up to leave. I asked for her number and if we could go out sometime, but she declined. She thanked me for the wonderful night and said something along the lines of "let's just leave it at this and enjoy the memory." Somehow I felt ok with that. I kept her photos for several years and every time I saw them they instantly brought a smile to my face. I never even knew her name but it was one of the best dates of my life.

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You did a very good thing for her by rescuing her from the harrasser. I hope you learnt an important lesson: that this didn't mean she now owes it to you to go out with you, or that she was now automatically attracted to you. She needed that safe space to not have someone else trying to hit on her.

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My card declined at a fast food place a couple years ago. The manager saw it happening and came up and gave me the food anyway. It may have come from a "f**k this establishment" mood rather than the unrelenting kindness of his heart, but either way it really made my day.

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There was a time once, about 2 or 3 years ago, when a young woman near me, who was talking on her cell said: "I miss my mom". She was sad. I had a family trauma, prior to tgat day, and my eldest son and I had become estranged. I missed my son, and at that moment, my youngest son was in the hospital from the related traumatic incident, and I was also sad. My daughter, my bff, was also in shock and right by my side during this time, and I was there for her, too. Anyway, I digress.
This woman - who was similar age as my kids, ended her call. We were walking in the same direction, several fett apart. I just looked over and said, "I miss my kids, too, hon. I know your Mom loves you." She started crying, i just walked up to her and gave her a Mom hug. She cried so hard. I was crying. We just stood there and cried, in the middle of the city. Total strangers. I kept telling her that love never dies. Even in death. Love is eternal. We finally composed ourselves. Hugged and went our way. I still think about that day.

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This is kind of a long story, but bear with me. A few years ago I was at the grocery store, after watching my favorite NCAA b-ball team lose their game at the sweet 16. I was obviously upset, and looking to drown my sorrows with some more brews at home.

As I left the grocery store I passed by a man who was obviously both physically, and mentally impaired. I noticed that he had a backpack on the back of his auto-wheelchair, and a whole gallon tub of ice cream had fallen out. So I put down my twelve pack and zipped his ice cream back into his backpack. He muttered something to me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.

Feeling good about myself, I turn to walk out of the store, and As I leave I hear a "SSSSCREEEE!!" scraping noice on the floor like nails on a chalkboard. I dismiss it, and then again, I hear a "SSSCCCREEE" so I turn around to go talk to him, which again, I can barely understand.

When I get to him I quickly notice that he's holding the front wheel to his wheelchair in his hand, and asking me to fix it for him. I took it in my own hand and examined it. It was a broken metal piece, and there was no way I could fix it. "Where Are you trying to go?" I said calmly the first time. A completely unintelligible answer followed. "Can I help you?" I said a bit louder this time. I finally made out the words, "bus." and so off we went to the bus stop across the street.

His wheelchair was not only low on battery, but since he didn't have a wheel, I had to hold it upright AND push it forward at the same time. It was also very very heavy. It was not fun in any sort of way, but I was there to help, and by gone I was gonna do it.

So we get to the bus stop. It's not that one. "S**t" I thought to myself. "I thought this was almost over, and I'd have my GGG points for the day." So we went across the street and down a block and go to the next stop.

By this time I'm starting to pick up on his verbal and physical cues, and can tell a little bit more of what he's saying. He wants me to wait with him for the bus. His name was Carl. He had something around his neck, but didn't want me to take it off, but i could see his name. After about 15 minutes the bus finally arrives, and I help load him on and pay his fare and get him strapped into the wheelchair section. I sort of explain the situation to the bus driver, and he just looks at me with this bewildered face. "What the hell am I gonna do with him?", he says.

This was really the point where the whole situation started to hitting me deep. I could hear Carl muttering some words that I couldn't make out, and I could have left feeling great about myself as a person. After all, it's not like he asked me to take him home. But in all of his mutterings, I could tell that Carl needed *my* help. The bus driver couldn't take him home. Through all his disability, he looked at me, human to human, right in the eye, and I knew he needed help. Even though he didn't say it, I knew what he wanted me to do. All men in the world were equal in that moment.

I turned to the bus driver, and said that I would go get my car and follow the bus to his stop. (If I could have just fit him into my car I would have) Of course it was a long way away, and in the opposite direction.

As the bus driver waited for me I got in my car and turned to follow the bus. I muted the music in my car, and then I started crying. Like a baby. How could I have thought something as stupid as a basketball game was actually important in life? How could I actually be so bummed about something so trivial? Here they are, people all around us, 24/7 who need help. And I watched basketball, and then got mad at a loss. What does Carl have to deal with every day that I don't? My emotions are petty and first world. I cried harder than I ever had. For humanity I guess. My own loss of it.

So we finally got to his stop, in a bad area of town, and get Carl's address off of his namebadge. It's not close either, and I have to do the balancing act with his super heavy chair again. I get to his street and it's on top of a huge hill.

"F**k it, let's do this", I think to myself as I start making my way up the hill. Just then I was hit with the most magnificent energy from the inside out. I started taking faster steps, and all of a sudden the weight of the chair disappeared. Eventually I started jogging, and Carl and I were both laughing hysterically at each other as I pushed him up the hill to his house.

After some shenanigans with his neighbors, we finally got a key to his home. I pushed him in to his room, and got him onto his bed. "Thank you" he said, in his same, now familiar, muttered tone. "Thank you." I turned to leave, but once more turned back around. "You're welcome Carl, and don't forget!" I unzipped his backpack, took out his gallon of ice cream, and put it in his freezer. He smiled, and I left.

The next day I called his caregiver, and set him up with a new chair. I still smile every time I pass by that same grocery store and see Carl wheeling around in his shiny new ride. :-)

TL;DR- Personally Delivered ice cream to Carl's freezer

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I went once to a supermarket to buy some groceries for my last week in college. I was about to pay when I realized I had forgotten my wallet, so I told the cashier I would leave everything and come back in about an hour. A man in a nice suit who was behind me in the line heard the conversation and said he would pay for me.

I was too surprised with it and first gently denied his offer, but he insisted and just handed his card to the cashier and wished me a good day. It was only like $25, but that really made my day. I was so thankful because that saved me a lot of time! And this man was so kind during the whole event.

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I was just at a super stressful time in my life—my housing situation was precarious, I was seriously underemployed, I was working too much, and the 2016 election was literally a day away and I was so worried about it. I had done an event for work and on my way home I stopped to get some gummies from a 7-11. I just like gummies, okay. Anyway, there was some kind of problem with their card reader. It literally broke while I was in line, so when I got to the front they couldn’t take my debit card and I had no cash so no gummies for me. I left them on the counter and sadly walked away. I lived around the corner from this 7-11 and was walking home when I heard someone behind me yelling. I turn around and there’s this big black guy chasing me. I stop and he comes up to me and hands me a bag of gummies.

“Can’t go without gummies,” he said. I thanked him—profusely. I regret not hugging him. I went home and cried because I was so happy about these gummies. Honestly, I didn’t have a lot of money in my bank account and these gummies were probably going to be the last thing I bought before my next paycheck. It was such a small thing, but it meant so much to me. I’m crying now thinking about it. I’m so grateful to that man.

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I moved 1000 miles away from everything I knew after graduating college 16 years ago. Back then I was pretty homesick, struggling in my career and figuring things out so I felt pretty lost in life.

One day I was walking around downtown Orlando when an older man probably in his mid 80’s stopped me. He handed a piece of paper that he was carrying to me and said “You seem like a good person with a good heart. It will be alright.” Then he just walked away.

Looking down, that piece of paper was a copy of a handwritten page by him filled with dozens and dozens of sayings, illustrations and quotes from all over the world regarding love and hope. Tears came immediately and I put it away to read later that day. It stayed on my wall in my home for the better part of 10 years until I moved again.

Now it’s been 16 years since then and sure he’s moved on to the next world by now. I still have that page, take it out occasionally and think about that wonderful man from many years ago who taught me about pure and genuine random acts of kindness right along with love and hope.

He was an absolute blessing to me and to our world. Thank you good sir. You were a beautiful soul.

Edit: Thank you so much for all of these awards and acknowledging this man and his heart. I’m so deeply honored to have been able to share his memory with you all and how he changed my outlook on life. With the state that everything is in now, I can’t tell you how much I needed to both share this compassionate moment and also remember it myself. I’ll try to post the page as soon as I can pull it out from storage but it may take me a little bit. You all deserve to hear those words too. Remember, no matter what happens in our lives, hope and love will always prevail. Hugs.

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My SO and I went out to Montana to stay in a fire watch tower for a week. Turns out my SO's fear of heights was worse than I thought.

Instead of staying inside the car as an alternative for the whole week, we decided to take a road trip instead and headed to a couple of national parks. The second was Yellowstone National Park, and it became full while we were waiting in line.

We walked outside the building to see what we'd do next and an older woman came up to us and offered a spot on her lot. She said her daughter was going to be visiting but not until the next day.

We agreed and she also gave us her daughter's shower tokens so we could (finally) shower. We had a lovely chat, made her some hobo pies and hobo pizzas and loved on her little dog named Carlos.

She said my SO and I were clearly in it for the long haul and it was so nice to see each other so in love.

...It's nice to remember this. We both are going through a bout of depression and remembering this gave me some hope.

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A couple of weeks after I bought my new (to me) car, I was sitting at a stoplight and the woman in the car next to me shouted to me “that’s a great little car! I used to have one and loved it!” So I shouted back in agreement saying how much I loved it. She then told me she had the same exact one but had to get rid of it recently for something bigger. I remembered how the car salesman told me the only reason the previous owners traded in the car was because they needed something bigger. So I said, “Well, this could be your car- I just bought it!” She asked me where I bought it and when I told her she said, “Ahh! That’s my car!” We were both laughing as the light turned green and we went our separate ways.

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Happend 2 weeks ago.
I was sitting in my car At a red light and this little girl and her dad crossed the street. She was on Rollerblades and waved everyone. Apparently I was the only one who waved back and she and her father got super happy.

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When i went to San Francisco in 6th grade we rode the trolley everywhere and i waved at everyone and it made me so happy every time people waved back

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This happened just last week, but I was out at the store (with a mask on of course) and I smiled at this old man who passed by in front of me. Obviously it’s hard to tell if people are smiling with a face mask on, but it’s a force of habit. Anyway, he stopped and said, “I don’t know how, but even with a mask on your smile is contagious”. It was such a sweet compliment and it made my day.

Edit: My first award, how kind!

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Only with a genuine smile do your eyes smile. Pay attention. If someone is smiling at you and their eyes are not smiling, they are fake smiling. Only when you are genuinely smiling do the muscles around your eyes move

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I started going back to the gym. First day saw a personal trainer and took some preworkout. I was pushed pretty hard and by the time I left, I was dizzy, light headed and nauseous. On my drive home my symptoms got worse and progressed to the point where my arms and legs went tingly to numb, lost fine motor control, hyperventilating and my speech became nearly unintelligible. My hands locked up and I couldn’t open them or move my fingers. I was essentially temporarily handicapped but I was still thinking straight.

I pulled over, hazards on, crawled out and onto the curb, fumbling about dialing 911. The operator couldn’t understand me and I didn’t know what was happening to me and was panicking.

A woman pulled up behind me, got out and asked what was happening, if I was okay. I shook my head and handed her the phone that says “911” on the screen. I did my best to tell her what was wrong but she could also see the state I was in. She told the operator what she saw, where we were. She got me a blanket from her car and wrapped it around me and stayed with me until help arrived.

I looked up at her and managed to say the most defeated, desperate **thank you** I could muster before she left. I recovered shortly after and didn’t need to go to the hospital, but was still picked up by family.

Bless that woman, wherever she is.

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I've posted this before...

I was in Paris a few years ago with my sister and we had an early flight. We had been taking the metro the whole trip and felt comfortable with taking it to the airport in the morning. We left ridiculously early, got on the first line, rode to where we needed to swap lines, did so, went a few more stops and the metro just stopped. An announcement came on, everyone cleared off, and we got off, assuming there was either an issue or something we didn't understand.

We go up into the station, which we realized was Gare du Nord, and the station is PACKED. People are running around, screaming, total chaos. I have my train ticket in my hand, and Google directions to the airport pulled up on my phone and I started scanning the lobby for someone that my gut says "kind eyes, might work here, def not going to get you murdered". I see a young man wearing a construction vest just standing around not contributing to the chaos and I approached him, asked if he spoke English. No, but between the two items I've presented to him, he gestures for us to follow him. We go up an elevator, then back down, down a few different corridors, and he leads us to a train and gets on, gesturing for us to follow him. We stand on the train for maybe 10 minutes, then another announcement and everyone clears out. Again, he gestures for us to follow him, and we get on another train - this one clearly shows that it's going to CDG, which he points out to me a few times.

People keep packing into the train, he takes a somewhat protective position behind me and my sister. Time for the doors to close now, this takes several minutes as the train is overflowing with people and women are screaming as we somehow pack everyone in and get the doors shut. Several times I look back at this guy and ask "okay?" and he answers "okay" every time.

Finally the train gets going, folks are getting off at various stops and we're able to get a little space again. He eventually gets off, again, pointing to the map indicating we were headed towards CDG. I keep thanking him over and over. We get to CDG and make our flights.

Turns out it was a workers strike that caused all the chaos on the metro. Truly a terrifying experience, and I have no idea why the guy helped us out but we would've never made it to the airport in time if he hadn't.

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I liked that you started with "I've posted this before..." because the trolls who criticize are forestalled. I was on my first trip to London in 1970 or 1971, in my Navy uniform, and I saw an obviously American family come up out of the subway at Hyde Park Corner, looking confused, the man looking angry and frustrated. I guessed (rightly) that they were looking for the Underground, and asked if they needed help. The man saw my uniform, not me, and told me to go away. So, I walked away, saying loudly, "Look for the red circle with a bar on it to find the underground trains. Subways are only underpasses." I looked back and the teenaged girl gave me a smile and a wave.

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Years ago, I used to spend a fair bit of time on sites that randomly paired users who were using webcams.

I was struggling after being sexually assaulted as a freshman in college - I couldn't sleep, so I'd often pop onto these SFW webcam chats at night so I wasn't alone.

One night, I met a wonderful German man. I can't recall his name, but we clicked immediately and spent 4-5 hours together. He was the first person I told about being assaulted. He comforted me and we stayed online for so long because we wanted to watch the sun rise together.

We didn't exchange contact information, so it was simply a beautiful, healing night with a kind soul halfway around the world. I still think about him all these years later.

Thanks, German friend. ❤

Edit: a few words. Typing in the morning isn't my strong suit. Also, thanks for the award!

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This reminds me of a random girl who gave me her socks in a club. I had taken off my heels because they hurt and then got glass in my foot. She took off her shoes and socks and gave me the socks to wear to protect my feet

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Reminds me of a story my daughter shared. She was in choir. After a Christmas performance she and a few friends decided to walk, I don't recall where. My daughter's feet were hurting from the heels she wore. Her friend "Mark" traded her his sneakers and wore her heels, even though his feet were larger than hers

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Was working at a store that sells electronics. Younger kid came in and said he needed a laptop for his new business. I said what’s the business. He said it’s just a clothing line, but all the jobs are given to people in recovery. And I said that’s very admirable, and I couldn’t help get teary eyed. And he said has addiction touched your life? And I said both my parents are addicts. He said “mine too.” And then I said do you want a hug? And then we hugged for like 20 seconds and both cried a little. I sold him a laptop, wished him well, and I felt really warm and fuzzy for the rest of the day. He was a good kid.

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I'm a really big fan of mechanical keyboards, but my country's money is really devalued, so the keyboard i wanted (90usd) was worth more or less a month of rent. I commented this on a post and then this guy just comes and says "i have one of those but never use it, it's yours if you pay for shipping". So yeah, he just gave his keyboard to a complete stranger on the internet cause he couldn't buy one. Awesome dude <3

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On my second flight ever, we hit wind shears while we were landing. I had only flown once before (from Detroit to Chicago so super quick) and it was fine but I always had this weird fear of flying from I don't know where (maybe the idea of being in a metal tube in the air I don't know).

We are landing and then suddenly we aren't and the plane is falling. Some overhead bins opened and s**t is all over, people start screaming. I now have a pilot friend who tells me that we probably only dropped maybe a foot or so but it felt like we were falling towards the ground which wasn't so far away because, as I said, we had been f*****g landing.

I don't scream. I don't pee myself. I just grabbed the hand of the guy next to me and said something like, "I hope there's a cool afterlife." This guy was a seasoned flier (I learned later) and he immediately starts to talk in this soothing, Dad voice. He keeps talking until we level out and the pilot says something like "Gonna try that again, hit some wind shears lol!"

We got rerouted to Cleveland, about three hours from the Detroit airport. They offer to fly us home on another plane but no way in f**k am I getting on another plane. Dad-guy says, "I can rent us a car and drop you back at home in X because I live in Y." Nowadays me would be terrified but I was 22 and said, "Sure!"

He rents a nice car that he charges to his company (one of the big bank types, I forget which) and we drive home for three hours. He has a car phone (it was 1994) which I thought was the coolest thing ever so he tells me all about how they work, calls his wife and I share in the magic of the car phone. Nothing bad happens, no touching, no nothing. Drops me off at home, refuses to accept any money (because he charged it to his work) and drives off into that good night.

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Damsel in Distress meets... Knight in Shining Armor...

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I used to take a bus from north California to so cal every other month to see a girl I was dating at the time. She ended up cheating on me, but I made the trips anyway to try and salvage what I could of the relationship. During those bus rides i felt like an idiot, 6-8 hours of riding alone in a bus full of strangers to go see a girl who had slept with another guy in the hopes of her possibly not doing that ever again and making up for her mistakes...a naive long shot if there ever was one. During one of my bus rides I sat next to a girl who had just come to California from Germany. I’m not usually one to strike up conversations, but she kind of noticed how spaced out I was and asked me if I was okay. We started talking the whole way, she told me about her family, her school, her favorite tv shows, I told her mine, and we even pulled out a laptop and watched the pilot episodes of each other’s favorite shows. I opened up about my predicament and how stupid I felt, she told me I was handsome and attractive and from what she can tell from our conversations, a decent person and it was stupid for my girlfriend to cheat on me, and that I was a fighter because I was still trying to give her a chance. All of this came out towards the end of the bus ride and we parted ways shortly after, I never saw her again, but what she said was the confidence boost I needed to hear and the human interaction I didn’t know I wanted.

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For context: in high school I was a semi-competitive runner. When you go to the state meet (in my state) you're given a *really nice* shirt---perfect athletic wear, fits nice, has the big "state track meet" emblem. Everyone likes this shirt, and people that qualify for state are a little proud of owning one.

Anyway fast forward to college. I'm having a really bad day for reasons unremembered, and I'm wearing this shirt. I'm walking to class and I spot this (very) attractive girl walking in the other direction also wearing the state shirt.

I guess I stared for too long (looking at the shirt... obviously) and she noticed. I usually flick my eyes away in this situation, but didn't. She held my gaze for a split second, then I saw her eyes flick down to my chest breifely (noticing *my* shirt) then back up to me. She gave me this massive smile, and continued walking.

That made my day significantly better.

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Realized you weren't being creepy. As a woman with b00bs, love this

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I have been diagnosed with PTSD, depression, and anxiety and I was at the pharmacy trying to get my meds filled but my card kept declining. A couple of the meds have major side effects if I skip a dose so I really couldn’t go without them. I was frantic and trying to figure out what was wrong with my card when another lady smiled and swiped her card for me so I could get my medication refilled.

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There’s nothing like having trouble getting your anxiety meds to make your anxiety worse.

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One time working at a gas station , there was this about late twenties middle eastern guy who hardly spoke English but was very polite . All He bought were 3 30 cent chocolates that were next to the register and some gas . He gave me a chocolate and said something to the affect that he gives chocolate to his friends and went on his way. It was very sweet and always stuck with me

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I was in Edinburgh, traveling alone. I met some guys at the hostel and we went to a club, but it was weird, so I came back to the hostel. The hostel is on the Royal Mile. It's 2am and there is a girl doing poi juggling. I did some poi juggling myself, so I stopped to watch, and when she stopped, started talking to her. I asked here where she was from. She said Brazil. So, being a stereotype guy like I was, I asked here whether she knew capoeira. She did.

So, on Friday night, on the Royal Mile, me and a stranger did capoeira. It was more than 20 years ago, and I still remember it. It was awesome

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I had to Google this: “Capoeira is an Afro-Brazilian cultural practice – simultaneously a fight and a dance.” Now I’m imagining these two fondly beating each other martial arts style.

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Politely let a random nice lady enter the tram before me, and when we both boarded we had a bit of a chat (I can't for the life of me remember what it was about), she was really really nice and kind, and she ended the convo with a "I hope God is with you" before the left the tram. I damn near almost cried because
1) i think she was Christian (she had a cross necklace), and I'm Muslim, and this is a majorly Muslim city, so she worded that really nicely to fit bith her religion and mine
2) 10 minutes before I met her, I found out I would be flunking my first year at uni, and that just absolutely crushed me. I was on a tram to go to a consult with a professor for the exam I just failed (that exam meant I would be retaking the year).

Actually, by some sheer luck, some new laws got instated and I was able to pass to the next year.

(It all went to s**t after that but oh well, life happens)

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In the winter this old guy is crossing the street and ends up slipping and falling on the ice. Me and another guy ran over to help him to his feet and made sure he got across safely. The other guy was a pizza pizza delivery man.

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This happened to my mom in New Orleans

so we went to the air port to drop off our rental car as We were going on a cruise and my mom left a Bag with some make up she had bought that cost it may be about $100 and the person that used our luggage cart after us found the bag and turned it into Security and then the head of security for the airport came to our hotel and dropped it off even though our hotel was about 45 minutes away from the airport in the opposite direction from the guys house

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This was very difficult to read, no commas, no full stops at all 😵‍💫

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About ten years ago, me and my sister (as young adults) had a little girl on the bus to Disneyland sign something and take a picture with us because we needed a signature from a *real* princess on our trip to make all of our friends at home jealous. I thought little one was going to die of excitement, she was so cute. But once we got done with our autograph, she lectured us saying, "You know, you two could be princesses too! You're nice and you are at Disneyland, you just need a crown." We were fresh out so she conducted our coronations right then and there :) I'll have you all know that I am *princess* Gardenia_Guardian, Louisa said so. Also, her parents were so f*****g nice they tried to buy us lunch afterward. It just warms my heart thinking about. I hope she's still growing up happy and sweet.

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